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Jul 2019
I feel that of those I hate,
I cry the words of their fate,
I see the world in which they lie,
the somber meaning of their cry,
I hear the wind that cuts beneath their feet,
I tremble as they accept defeat.
Written by
moyees  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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     Colm, JAjoudani, putiira, Eunyeong and John Stevens
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