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Mar 2012
The light before me goes dim,
lost, looking for them.
Why does it stay this way?

I can hear that song still play.
In my mind,
I don't find,
anything to believe,

Can they see me?
Help! I yell out.
I scream and I shout.
No one knows what it's about.
Nicole Williamson
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