Not a place i would like to call mine, not a place i would like to call home, but a place I can escape my reality ... Fighting is not why i do it. A fight is a battle to be heard, a cry for help is a time to stand. I aint know much about her, i aint know myself... Help is bigger than me, bigger than her, A voice that cries for help on ages, differences & Countries.... I aint know much about sex trafficking, but I know i cant stop running for reality.