Reality - Poem by dymon sidebottom
Another suicide in the paper.
Another run away on the news.
One more famil on the strees.
What has this world come to?
Another parents turned to drugs.
No more kisses.
No more hugs.
Kids hanging with some thugs.
A blade called a friend.
It stays for the end.
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