When I looked in the mirror, I saw the eyes of a child whose hopes were lost. However, a few pictures of my childhood drawers in the drawers, the minds of a few 'moment' left in the corner of my mind is nothing.
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Now when I see myself on the edge of life trying to hold on to what it can catch, I ask myself, 'where are my ideals; Where and when you lost them?
We could not understand our children struggling with our eyes, we got off the school with red flags and our brothers who walked in the streets, we escaped our hands by keeping our feeding boxes tight. We escaped into our houses, our narrow streets where we thought it was safe and secure, and we never took it out again
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