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My heart began to ache
I felt my limbs shake
I wanted to run
I wanted to hide
I sobbed
And cried
Then I began to write
I knew it would be quite all right
Poems taught me to grow
When I look in the mirror I don’t see the same little girl that ran around my mother’s busy office
Some days the wind blows a breeze
It blows among the trees
Some days, it brings long languor winds
Tugging on the leaves
Can you hear their pleas as they clutch to the trees?
