Broken Souls

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Smiles on many faces,
Tears on razor blades.
With every one cut,
Another child fades.

Tears in many eyes,
Cuts upon scarred wrists.
With every fallen tear,
A child is not missed.

Cuts in many places,
Satisfaction is rising.
With every missing child,
A mother is revising.

Satisfaction in many hearts,
Anger shown on faces.
With every broken childhood,
A child dies in most cases.

By Cleo Gerdes
Published: 8/22/2008
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