| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - ?? More from Blood-Lust3 The OnePencils in her hair,Some tucked behind her ear.Bags and darkness beneathe her eyes,Dirt under her nails and scrapes upon her skin.With laces frayed and soles worn down,Her day begins.it is just another endless trudgeThrough the sea of the world's dust,From home to school and back.And each day is a new struggle,Shaded with gray and black.She could have had lunch with Lu
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