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Hundreds of children yelling, screaming. Horrified wails that deafen you. The fear is tangible, So thick you can’t breathe, The shame of a thousand souls. And then, midst the howling, A faint cry of hope, A baby that has not yet fallen. A child that hasn’t been tainted, And the evil seems to be gone. Then a cry from the child. His voice joins the torment. Screaming. All hope is gone.
You Laugh
When I hear your lovely laugh, And gaze in your beautiful eyes, I long to feel the warmth of your touc
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Gallery thing
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Never regret something that once made you smile.
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Check out my work because my mom said too...
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Never regret something that once made you smile.
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