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Jul 2015
Flying high above the clouds
I feel free
I land ******* the ground of reality
So little time, so much to do
I cannot waste it, I must fight to be free.
I will fight this sickness
I will climb the tree of hope
I will reach the leaves of peace
Fight for a Cure
Written by
Rachel T
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   Arlo Disarray
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