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Little hands start in the sky.
Little hands press against her mother’s belly.
Little hands hold her face as she cries.
Please dont leave me lonely in the dark.
Mother come and tuck me in my bed.
The spirtits live in me forever replaying their voices in my head.
Anger building up for years
I felt so lost with dried up tears
I know that you can’t hear me,
and that there is no way,
But if I could speak to you,
This is what I’d say.