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Sometimes, the longing to have a place and someone who cares, someone to tell you that you matter, can show in the most curious ways.
Hear me, oh scraped-up soul
you leave bloodied fingerprints!
Do you feel useless?
Do you want to be just like us?
Maybe your parents are drunks
perhaps they even beat you
maybe they're done and divorced
but there's one thing that I can teach you
To go around wounding others
will never lighten your heart
We won't cry for what's in your chest
but you can always, for a start…
…tell us, just where's the pinch?
we'll help you the best we can
just like we help each other
we grow taller and stronger, my friend
inch by inch by inch...