The Little Boy

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A little boy just turning ten,

Lived with so much pain within,

He would sit and cry all night,

It would hurt to see them fight,

The pain and hurt you could say,

Killed him more with each passing day,

Never will he cry one more tear,

He learned of nothing more than fear,

Nobody was ever on his side,

He would always run and hide,

Who ever really cared,

Who could live with the pain he bared?

Live his life day by day,

The little boy had no other way.

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