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Mar 2012
There you stand,
speaking words that burn.
There they go,
slipping off your tongue.

Think of others,
and how they wish to be portrayed.
Look deeper inside,
to see underneath their pain.

There is hope,
love,
dreams,
a cure.

A cured derived,
from a brand new vision.
Good can indeed survive,
depending on your final decision.

Will you choose what is right?
Noble, fair and true?
Will you let free,
the dreams inside of you?

It is up to no one,
no one but yourself.
Only you can show the world,
and not leave your potential on a shelf.
Anamarie
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