No Voice

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Thousands are never given the chance
To feel the cool breeze on their cheek,
Or to smell grass freshly cut on a warm summer day;
They will never experience the pain of heartbreak 
Or laugh until their sides ache. 
Most would agree that life itself is a true gift.
Who are we to determine whether or not another should experience it?
Stand up or those who have no voice: at least not yet.

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