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Oct 2010
Days passed by,
I tried to survive.
My life is in turmoil.
I just want to lay down and die.
The fights got worse.
My father left,
I got in a deeply depressed.
The role model in my life.
Gone
Gone
Gone
Left never to come back.
My mom downstairs down poured with tears.
I stand there eating up my tears.
I go to school trying to work with my peers.
But it was so hard.
I go outside looking up in the sky.
Dreaming about soaring away with my mom.
I've grown up, became more wise
I promised my mom
That I would never grow up
and be like my dad.
As I lay here in haiti, serving the peacecorp, my life flashes before me.
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe
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Randy PSoMAS Wiafe  United States
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