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Sep 2014
I stood there, waiting
But nothing came

I called out through town
no answer came back

I looked through each block
not a footstep to be seen

I sat down and cried.
no hand came to comfort me

As i look around now, i realize
no one can save me from the hell inside
Just sometjin i thought up. It *****
Mikayla Wambet
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Mikayla Wambet
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