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For sale. One more-than-slightly used memory. Cheap. I need to get rid of it. I'll give it to you for free. Hell, I'll even pay you to take it away. Please take it away. I don't want it anymore. "That which doesn't kill us Only makes us stronger." So why aren't I wonderwoman? Why isn't she Supergirl? Why are there so many of us Hoping for the second option? Why? Why? Why? Our future is scarred Adults do things to children and adults don't listen. Children do things to children and Adults don't listen. Adults do things to adults and Adults don't listen. We need to listen. A Child doesn't imagine these Things on her own. Wither they happened Or they were planted. But it is not her fault. She didn't ask for it. She didn't want it. It is never her fault. Yet it still happens. Our children are damaged. Our adults are damaged. Our future is damaged. No one wishes for this No one wants this No one would choose this No one would pretend this. Listen to the Children Listen to what they say Listen to their cries, thier pleas For the tales they tell are the truth And that truth is wrong. Our world is on a one-way trip to Hell And no one seems to want to stop it. No one seems to want to back up. Our children are dying inside And no one will listen. Instead of helping, Things are made worse. Children are told they're wrong Ad it's their fault And to keep the Pain inside And then they have the nerve to wonder Why he killed himself. "He was such a nice boy," they say. "He had so much going for him." Yet they turned deaf when he cried for help. Told him to cheer up Things will get better. They never do. Until we listen Things will never get better. |
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