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Apr 2014
The cold darkness
Wrapped around her
like an unwanted
Blanket.

She sits quietly
On the vast, empty hill
Waiting for something
To happen.

The terror slowly
Takes over her mind
She forgets everything
She fought for.

All the hard
Work to be
Free and safe
Is gone

Not to be
Afraid and helpless
But now she quietly sits
On the hill
Scared and alone.

-Alyssa
Albero Centrale
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