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Dec 2012
Broken and stolen
were the dreams of too many today
innocent lambs bathed in blood
and all for what
why
my heart will bleed for the lambs
but not just for these
for the thousands
the masses
that experience such hatred on a daily basis
what it is to be innocent
caught within the crossfire, sliced by the shrapnel
I pray one day it will stop
until then rest in peace little lambs
I hope your dreams live on
I cannot make a rhyme or be pretty right now. My heart goes out to each and every person in the world experiencing pain like this.
Anon C
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Anon C  35/F/Virginia
(35/F/Virginia)   
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