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Nov 2014
Arriving was the start,
Yet surviving was last.
The welcoming was not warn,
Yet we come from somewhere war torn.
We came for some rights,
Yet we still have to fight.
Why can't we stay just for a while.
Chareesa Nolan
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Chareesa Nolan
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