I was broken from a young age.
As an orphan, I struggled for wage.
I worked with the street as my family.
Getting mature in solitarily.
Now, I've grown.
With something I can call my own.
Although, I've had some trauma.
Life, like writing do have some comma.
Living a lonely life is forcefully sweet and normal.
Everyday, I'm alive, independent and chrismal.
© Madinah_Writes
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
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