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We sit with the masses awaiting our sentence

We sit in our numbers hoping we will get chosen

We are the ones everyone forgot

We are not children nor elder

We have no place to call our home

We have only days before we know

We sit in our numbers hoping we will get chosen

We sit with the masses awaiting our sentence

written by:derrick A jasper11/30/2015


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