War through the eyes of the innocent
By that_one_girl
Thu, 03 Mar 2005
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How do you measure beauty? When beauty is something you have never
known? Growing up in a chaotic hell, Unloved. War, famine, hate and
greed People selling us things we think we need. Fire inside that buns
our souls Leaving us with big empty holes. Holes to be filled with
products and lies I am now seeing war though a young child's eyes.
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