Eighth Moon
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Poverty kills me. I never payed much attention to the little things...slightly more food on the table then I want, slightly more toys than I know what to do with, little trips to the market each and every time I wanted new things to have. I don't have that anymore. I try to sleep at night, not knowing how I am supposed eat the next day, where I'm going to get my next meal. Panda, she loves life. So full of energy. So vibrant. I am fearful of her future, when she realizes what life is. But, I'd rather live in poverty for the rest of my life compared to the Hell I am stuck in now, and I only have until the Eighth Moon to free myself. (Cover by Christina Otera)
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Sometimes life don't go the way we planned. Sometimes we end up feeling so low, and alone. Like we're in a dark hole with no one around us, but then suddenly there's a light at the end of the tunnel. And I guess what I'm trying to say is.. You're my light, the one who helped me through the worst time in my life - And for that, I am thankful. I'm thankful that I met you, but I also hate you. I hate what you did to me, because you made me fall in love.. And then my world fell apart once again. [WARNING!! Contains mature themes, and language

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