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My fight

Contributed by roxygirl on Thursday, 13th July 2006 @ 05:52:56 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I was raised on cockroaches and dirt
And aint nobody cared about the girl on the tarse

Trying to make it throuhrt this ***** up world
With with no body on my side
Praying to the lord to help me inside
Cause I feel like I'm gonna die and I can't see the light
So many day haertches, pain, and no faith
Trying to make it througt the night
Starving whishing I could I eat
I know that aint right

I raised on cockroaches and dirt
And aint nobody care about the girl on the terse

I try to be strong and never let no one get the best of me
I never let no tears fall
Even know mom's suffing and cant get off of crack
She dont even know shes falling into those trakes
Living on the streets with no where to relax
I dont want to fallow in her path
I want to be me and nobody esle

I was raised on cockroaches and dirt
And aint no body care about the girl on the terse

No one understands who I am or why I do what I do
Sometimes I dont even know who I am or why I the things I do
I just keep on moving
Trying to get through my troubles
But it seems like trouble fallows me
Where ever I got its there in my way

I was raised on cockroaches and dirt
And aint body care about the girl on the terse

Copyright © roxygirl ... [ 2006-07-13 17:52:56]
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Re: My fight (User Rating: 1 )
by richcol7522 on Thursday, 13th July 2006 @ 06:04:40 PM AEST
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It sounds like you have had a very difficult life to this point. Keep on praying and just remember things can so low before the only way to go from there is up. Keep on writing. I hope thing begin to look up for you very soon.

God Bless.
Rich

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