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Sep 2012
I stay home sick looking outside the window
Look at the beauty of the world were no one is sick.
I ask my self
“Why did I have to get sick?"
Now I lay in bed feeling weak and useless as I tell me self
“You’ll get better soon"
Saying that makes me have some hope
That my sickness is going to go soon.....
Claudia Ramirez
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Claudia Ramirez  Cd. Jurez
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