Nyc
Life's not a world of pretty faces
but the stories that they tell
Everyone's hiding a history
and it makes them who they are
You walk around the city
of many people
and you try to look into their faces
Rags and riches
don't mean anything
It's the kind of person you are
that changes the world
We all struggle
yet need to find a way
to make it out alive
Not many find it at such a young age
But if you look past the front they give
You can see the hurt child inside of them all
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