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Mar 2016
Somewhere beneath the ****
Of what they tried to make you become
They try to make you wear the face of despair
To where you no longer care
They try to make you despise
But I see past the disguise
I've heard your cries
I know above this you can rise
They can not keep you down
Even as they still try to bury you in the ground
You'll see there is still hope to be found
They will not be your demise
I know where your gloden heart lies
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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