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Rated: E · Prose · Emotional · #1665432

a feeling of dispair

Born into the bright light,first with a cry and little fight. Grew into the feeling of loneliness, no sounds, no sight. To touch and feel could never heel, to rage and hate was always so real. One day came another bright light, now with no cry and an end in sight.               
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