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Jul 2023
I'm standing here, in the middle of a crowded room
A mass of people living in a state of gloom
My shoulders are slumped, my eyes full of fear
I clutch my child close, desperate to keep him near
At night, his little body shakes with fright
We listen to the cries, drenched in night time light
The air is thick, with scents we despise
But this is our only home, and we just must endure this life
We pray for a better day, when we'll be free
We search for some hope, that will come swiftly
But for now, we must stay here and wait
Until we find a way, to remove this fate
For a home of our own, we'll keep our mind hopeful
We will find a place, where we can be pleasant
A place of warmth and joy with our child
Where joy and peace will forever abide
not quite this bad, but at 1st this is how i felt
Katrina Zechman
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Katrina Zechman  24/F/Sc, Myrtle Beach
(24/F/Sc, Myrtle Beach)   
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