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Mar 2010
The world as I see it is A demolished place.A sunken ship That'll never come up.No matter how many times We put-forth money to help.The world is just a needle In a haystack.We all were friends But as I see it This world  Is just full of enemy's.Before there was white clouds A sunny day.Now dark clouds And rain pouring from within.And no matter what,The world was just a whisper,A tiny noise that wasn't noticed.But now we have a voice.And we are spreading are wings to fly in this ****** world.
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Elise A. Olivolo
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