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Hope


I was sitting there screaming inside I felt so alone, like I was being pushed around By the oceans tides. I couldn’t even make a sound. I needed an outlet for my escape As it offered no true freedom. Like you’re given just a taste. I could still hear his remarks, I was dumb. I was pushed down the slopes But this offered my true hope.
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