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Someday, when the sun sets, there will be regrets~The low road once high is now low-Sorry Peanuts
We were kids That took the low road Growing up On the edge Of the sword Bullying other school kids And breaking the rules It was dark Cold-hearted pursuit To cause pain To these kids Stealing their lunchtime monies Homework, clothes, and shoes Like puppets Stripped of dignity Their strings pulled And life's tugged They followed that lowest road Throughout that sixth grade They shoplift Stole fishing hooks for the hood Rods and reels Food and snacks And condoms just for practice Their faces were sad Years later Gray, old, and dusty I ask why What reason Was there to tear on their youth And leave this world scarred connie pachecho 3/17/26
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