Never known the anguish Of true poverty... Never known the loss... Of everthing.... Always had a roof.... And four walls--- Someone there... That I could call But in this life... Everyone... Has got a tale to tell... Some have seen the barrel Of a gun... And in this life... Everyone... Has spent some time in hell... With no place for comfort And no where to run...Birth sign: Pisces
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