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Just Eleven

Eleven years old. Skin stuck to her bones. Can’t afford to get a cold. Can’t even stand on her own. Fan spinning fast but still drowns in her sweat. Can never stay awake. She sleeps with all at stake. As these red soldiers mount our chests, Let us pray for those whose tomorrow may be worse than today.
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Dec 1, 2014
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#aids#hiv#worldaidsday
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