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Dec 2013
I died today.
                                                          ­         ******
A slow burning death.

They said I would be ok.

But I died today.

As I silently wept, slowly withering away.
                                                           ­        ******
They said I would be ok.

They said they'd remember me.

Who were  they?

Disappeared like a whisper in a crowd.

They killed me.
                                                             ­      ******
My cries for help
                                                        ­           ******
Go unnoticed.
Its too late.
To save the dead.
The ****** of that young girl I once knew as her.
She was once me.
Now known as They.
Sahra Maxwell
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Sahra Maxwell  Cali
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