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They just don't think

Dim ,Dark  Trees ARE dying
Cold Really Cold every one
is in there House with the
wood stove on sing or playing
family games or baking cookies
for Santa kids getting ready for
bed but what they don't release
is that i am out side in the cold
wishing praying my mom Whit come
back my brother will come back no
one think it was me being the
person on the side of the street
Conner to get some money they
judge because u stand there helpless
 and they whisper or some
even say  it out loud Ur a *bunny* but
they don't realize that why that person
is doing it and they don't think well
maybe they don't have a home they
just don't think.
They Just don't think

what do u think?

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