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Lies, all lies, everything is a lie.
I look here, I look there, but no one really cares. Is there any love left in the world or is everything a big lie? I need love and affection but I'm looked at with surprise. People in the world, most have given in to the bad You hear of parents killing their children now that is really sad. Everything is a game to some and done to feed their evil pleasures Hey! Look I'm crying, but it really doesn't matter. They can do me wrong right in front of my face and never do they look ashamed they only laugh and continue the game. It doesn't matter either if others are looking on the only thing that matters to them is that they have the chance to do me harm. They say "hello" from here and say "hello" from over there, but when I try to say "hello" back they act like they don't care. They only stare at me in amazement and act like I just committed a crime. "Hey, wasn't you the one who spoke first - no one can be that blind?" I remember yesterday when love filled our hearts, neighbor looked out for neighbor and children were the stars. I remember yesterday and all of the wonderful smiles from Ms. Johnson, Mr. Willie, and X, my cool uncle with his down-to-earth style. I remember those delicious vinilla ice cream cones that he used to buy for me and my siblings when Mr Softee was passing by. Didn't matter to him either, if you didn't lived on our block, if you was at the right place at the right time, then you got a delcious treat with a cherry on top. Today nothing is sacred, even children show no respect, to parents, family, and neighbors - now who would have imagined that? Well I must get ready for bed for the night is not far away, but I'll always cherish those warm memories of a beautiful yesterday. I'M STILL WORKING ON THIS ITEM!
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