Will things get better, I do not know
Put on that fake smile just for show
Everyday is a new mess that I have made
It's like my life is being played
I am not sure if I will ever get there
I do not see better going anywhere
I want to get to the place where I actually feel good
There are many beautiful things so I really should
Except I live in a dark world that is very empty and cold
It's been there since I was a little girl, from now until I was old
If I get better than I can finally smile
I pray that this good feeling can last for a while
Everyday I seek Peace in my life
Things are chaotic like being cut with a knife
It cuts me in pieces and it hurts my soul
All I want is to be better and to finally feel whole
Will I get better, probably never
I won't give up hope because I know one day it will get better
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Gina R (Gibana)
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Rain didn’t stop Mala. Swaddling for Edgar covered the baby boy’s body and she held her other son’s, Burton, six-year-old hand. The mud, muck, and mire didn’t hinder her from staying on course with her mission. From Pennsylvania, they all trekked to get closer and closer to land that was never promised but simply implied. Each step produced more mud caked around her sneakers. She didn’t care. Her rucksack provided them protein packs to put into plastic bottles and nuts and berries and dried meats to keep their muscles in good health. Water hydrated. She rested. The baby had been asleep the entire time that she had started her journey and her eldest son remained silent throughout the excursion as well.
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