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As I grow before I die, the world I will view from the inside,
for I am tired and weak….
Dear Daddy,
I am so tired, I just want to rest, so I may calm this pounding in my chest. I duck and dodge bullets that fly and resist the temptation of getting high.
Fighting not to be killed has become my employment skill.
No one's there, no one's around to pull me from these nightmare sounds. Hurt and scared living on the streets, has made me aware. I can not rest, I am always on my feet. ...
Maybe tomorrow I'll sleep.
