<center>Im sick of you telling us, "life isnt that hard"
Not for you.
You have support.
You have the love.
Of home.
And friends.
We have some.
But when our lifes go dark and dim,
We crawl out for help and you shot us down
Theres nothing we can do.
We have no gun to fight back at you.
We cant run.
We could never hide.
Its not us, its you.
You are the reason the "uncreative" poems are flooding.
Your the reason we're here.
I'll be clear.
I'll come up to you.
PyroHaruko Community Member 
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