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Apr 2016
I want to carry them.
The men who die young,
The woman alone,
The child abused,
The elderly sent away,
The homeless and poor,
The starving,
The hurt,
The survivors,
I want to carry them all.
I'm tired of seeing and feeling.  Just as there is beauty everywhere, so is there pain.
Zach Kelso
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Zach Kelso
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   Ysa Pa
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