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Oct 2017
Her eyes was full of hope,
Imagining ****** bell would sprinkle pixie dust and then miracle will happen.

But sadly,  miracles rarely happens,
Society that can create miracles,  **** it themselves.  

Is the society that make miracle dies,  
They criticize, let hope dies.

One day,  when society learn to appreciate every individual,
Is the time when,  miracles happens.
Written by
Mel
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   Ya-------Na
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