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Hands start to grab their body,
as they try and find the will
for that one last breath.
With every passing day,
they may have found a little
of what they where lookin for.
A bit of hope,
that you to would find exciting
if put in their world.
They live like wolves,
not frightening, yet still searching
for that one thing
that would end all there needs.
Their skin,
how broken and thin it is.
Sticking to their bones as if
never letting go.
Their stomachs, bulged,
a sign of what has come, and
what has happend to everyone
around them.
We know these issues, that
babies, kids, and adults face every day,
every moment of their lives.
Yet most of us just turn our backs,
looking out for just their selves.
The life they are given, is slowly taken away
by the evils surrounding.
Soon their day will reach an end to which
they no longer may hold on.
Help now, would likely be suicide.
Soon, the starving children are freed
from their world.
A place, known as
DEATH.
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