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May 2013
Last night I sat awake in bed
thinking of the stars.
Of the world so big, and I
so small.

A tear or two escaped my eyes;
I realized how little I was.

How evil the world really was.
Homocides, murders, cruelty, war
Hate, and fear, and  uncertancy

How can I survive, if I'm only little me..?
Sarah H Winston
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