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Feb 2012
What is wrong?
"You know".

I know?
How can I know?
Everytime.
So many times.

I cannot be all your anger with the world,
I cannot take all your anger.
It envelopes me.
It suffocates me.

How can I always know?
Written by
Mai H
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   Georgette Gomez
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