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The child of silence
wanders down the lane, where the broken stones remind her of the home, left in tears so long ago smothering her dreams, like disheveled petals lying on the ground. There to wonder why this message in a note, try avoiding the crowd that drank and doped. The passing stranger knelled and prayed - "Come here with me and I will set you free. My blue eyes gazing seeing you holding me, the no one next to you my spirit will set you free, time to return to your home and beg forgiveness please, to love and hold your family never stopped loving you"
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