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Aug 2017
Why do I speak for those who suffer?
Would I be true to myself if I claimed another?

How could I see a woman struggle and not think of my Mother? or a dude laboring for food, and not think of my brother?

I will be a voice for those without, until I hear the sound of the trumpet calling me out.
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     peperico and Robin
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