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How I Remember  My Bitter Childhood I Was Always Frightened Like A Bird And Shaken Up Like A Child  Crisscrossing Through The Wars. I Was Beaten Up Like A Criminal And Worked Up Like A Slave.  I Feared The Nights And Was Scared Of The Days. I Lived A Life In Fear And Of Destitute.  Happiness Was Never A Part Of My Experiences. I Scavenged The Piles Throughout The Days In Hope Of Luck.  Never Had Enough To Eat; Hunger And Thirst Never Left Me.   I Worked In Trenches And Scanned Through The Days For Food.  I Crawled The Nights Away In Hope Of Finding A Golden Sack     That Snuck Away In Fields.  How I Feared And Dreaded The Death Of My Own Soul In The     Dark And Lonesome Ghostly Nights.  I Worked And Worked And Worked All Kinds. I Could Never     Mind Any Sweatshop.  I Painted My Own Portrait Out Of My Tears From The Sufferings.  I Cried Until My Soul Fell Asleep; And My Own Life Pitied On My  Existence.

How I remember my bitter childhood I was always frightened like a bird and shaken up like a child crisscrossing through the wars. I was beaten up like a criminal and worked up like a slave. I feared the nights and was scared of the days. I lived a life in fear and of destitute. Happiness was never a part of my experiences. I scavenged the piles throughout the days in hope of luck. Never had enough to eat; hunger and thirst never left me. I worked in trenches and scanned through the days for food. I crawled the nights away in hope of finding a golden sack that snuck away in fields. How I feared and dreaded the death of my own soul in the dark and lonesome ghostly nights. I worked and worked and worked all kinds. I could never mind any sweatshop. I painted my own portrait out of my tears from the sufferings. I cried until my soul fell asleep; and my own life pitied on my existence.

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