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Oct 2017
I'm from a country
where people are friendly
No matter where you go
we always say "hello"

From a place where violence is terrible
Even innocent people are getting in trouble
You will always hear shooting and killing on the news
People are confuse, is power being abuse and misuse?

I'm from a farm
where I learned to be alarmed
especially when calamities come;
This is where I grew up
with my grandmother who raised me up
Sadly, God took her above.

I'm from a photo album filled with memories
that I'll never forget
till the day I lay into a casket
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   Toriana
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