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May 2019
I
One hit, two hit, three hit, four.
Slowly i'll pick myself up off the floor,
I'll hold my head high,
as they walk by.
They lay on my chest
giving me a quest,
to get rid of the thoughts,
I should have never bought.
I will not lie,
I will not die,
instead i'll rise,
i'll silence my cries.
Getting stronger everyday,
one day i'll say,
I'm a child of God,
and I have moved on
Kera Daniels
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