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Jan 13
I hear the cry in your eyes
I feel your longing for peace

Am I as helpless as I fear you think I am?
If three syllables could move this mountain,

I’d scream it out loud,
mending our wounds,

Yours a worried soul,
Mine a unsettled heart.


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With a heavy heart, I sit here next to my grandmother, as she doesn’t want to be where she is now.
Carlyyyy
Written by
Carlyyyy  23/F/South Dakota
(23/F/South Dakota)   
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     Mark Tilford, Damien, Lizzie, --- and Fawn
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