Like an orphange

I am
I am tired of pithole souls… hungry and on the hunt to devour anything and anyone
They walk around gaping wide open their hyena mouths
Lazy souls
They want the fruits without breaking a sweat…
to live off our Energy & joyfulness
but not the sorrow we went through the labour and heartaches that moulded and shaped our beings…
And still, I feed them like I am an orphanage…

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