The streets awaken early
The step of the stoop frightening
If only earlier had been
A time to be embarking
The eyes that have grown childish wouldn't feel strained or unfiltered.
There would be even keel.
There are several ways to heal.
But there are no seconds left
And the way out is surreal.
Does it make sense when these broken bastards become monsters or are drowning under?
Can you explain why none of you are that alarmed at how these beings have been harmed?
I thought they had the right to be
Happy or Free.
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