Treasure Island

Arie Mack

(June 27th 1990 / New Orleans)

Missing Children


Everyday there are missing children
where are all these missing children are going? ?
where can we find them? ?
and bring them back home? ?
where they belong! !
some are missing
because they ran away
because they are not satisfied
about things at home,
school,
or something is going on in they life that they cant handle anymore
some are missing
because they were kidnapped
by people they know or do not know
missing children do not get to see their families anymore for days, weeks, months, years, or maybe never
many missing child do not get to see themselfes gradurate or accomplish things in life
some may have been found
but now will live their life being scared for a long time
and will not trust no one that gets too close to them

Submitted: Saturday, May 16, 2009

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