People walk by with their pretty lives
Their pretty eyes filled with possibility
Yet, I remain here
They do not not know the turmoil that lays inside my eyes
The hopelessness
The hatred
The fear
The stubbornness
The attitude
The will to survive
People walk by with their pretty lives
Their pretty eyes filled with possibility
Yet, I remain here
They do not not know the turmoil that lays inside my eyes
The hopelessness
The hatred
The fear
The stubbornness
The attitude
The will to survive
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