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Feb 2012
Cry
I used to cry so much
that I felt it never stopped
I cried about what had happened
and how he was so lost

I cried about the future
and how he would survive
I cried about his reaction
which was so unidentified

I cried throughout the day
morning, noon and night
I cried of all the hurt
and sorrow I felt inside

Now when I hear good news
I cry, oh boy, I cry!
For its now these special hope filled stories
that bring a shimmer to my eyes
Nameless
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Nameless  London
(London)   
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   Rangzona
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