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Sep 2018
Everytime I see a ballerina
It sparks a sense of yearning within me
Yearning for something that shall never be mine
Dance moves I shall never learn
And I'd feel my heart weep
As it recalls the child who once asked her mother to be a ballerina
And her mother said no
A 'no' that gave me a weeping heart, and a murdered dream.
True story
Sarah
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Sarah  21/F/Iraq
(21/F/Iraq)   
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     Crow, --- and Jason James
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