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Feb 2016
Voidness replaced with hope.
Positive lines sprouts seeds of happiness.
        Growing inside her is a work of art.

Ambiance of mirth.
Brown eyes enchanting her soul.
        Running swiftly away with her heart.

Thoughts of confusion.
Assaults her mind.
       Who is this inglorious wanderer?

The word summons her to death.
“Where did I fail?” engrosses her.
       GUILTY emits as her miracle child is committed for ******.
I always try to think about how the parents of the people who commit unthinkable crimes feel; although I pray I don't learn firsthand.
Ree Bunch
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Ree Bunch
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