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Jan 2017
I sit alone in the cold feeling the ice hit my skin making little red marks appear on my arm.
No one listens to the cries of someone who's mind is too dark for their safety.
No one lends a hand to help the ones that have fallen down from the weight of the world.
Listen to the words of the voiceless and hear the words of the deaf.
Ash Levi Von Stein
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Ash Levi Von Stein  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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