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Little children with broken youth, with broken bottles, heads, drunk fathers. Little boys left on their own. A little girl in the corner weeping “oh, it’s not my fault...”
Dirty faces and hungry mouths. The coldest days are welcomed with tears in their eyes. Rainy streets on winter nights. Another perfect night for sleeping outside…
If I fall asleep don’t wake me up. Please do so. Don’t wake me up. I want to miss this all.
“Don’t leave me pregnant!”, “Please Daddy don’t!”, another cry, another abortion. Dirty thoughts in father’s head. The blood has left the stench of misery…
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