childrenLife is hard, Time goes by, Some sail away, So many die, Each hour upon hour, Each day upon day, Why is it so simple? Which is the way? Each child bared Each child that dies,Some say they are blessing, Sent to us by God. Some cut off their arms, A sacrifice to God Some throw them in bags, Cause they wouldn't shut up, Some lock them in cars, For stealing some gum, Or they touch them, in bad ways, It hurts to bad I can't write anymore, To think of those children, And all of their horror... My fingers are shaking The tears in my eyes, My stomach is turning Thinking of mine. Life scares a lot of people I think we all know How paranoidchildren
I'm doneI'm done being hatefulI'm done
to someone like you
I'm not playing
the game that you do
I don't care bout you
nor the things that you do,
glad things are good
for both him and for you,
your a wonderful person,
and you always will be
things will be great
for both of you and me... Great that you believe him
go on with your life
I just wanted forgivness
for all of the lies...
You got to me good
changed me to be
where you are
and thats not like me,
I'm not a pretender
I live life good
say what you want,
--
David Huff
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I firmly believe that the novel "Inquilibrium: Behind the Curtain of Life" I'm writing for 4 years now is going to be one of the most life-transforming, hope-giving, insight-bearing book you'll ever read. All I ask of you is to remember me and its title.
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