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Aug 2012
How old is your soul?
Mine feels ancient,
Tired,
Like giving up.

My soul has been through so much.
All of the pain, the shame and the despair,
It all catches up to me in my old years.

Why don't I give up?
Because I am here to live.
To experience the joys of life.

I will experience them.
No one can stop me,
I'm giving myself up to life,
To life and all its joys.
ThisIsWar
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   Claudia Ramirez
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