Itried
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And take my hand and let us go,
Beyond the land of the mulberry tree-
Silently, contently, not too fast, not too slow.
At our backs the nightingales follow,
You're encompassed by fresh air in the midst of pine trees
or atop a hill right under newly darkened skies as you look over city lights
or even standing on the wet sand as the ocean pulls away from you.
Blue
for tears
the sadness
hidden inside.
Green
just as emeralds
vibrant
alive.
Gray
dark clouds
preventing one
to enter her soul.
A child lay still on the hard ground with no chance of life
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A girl lay with a possible bruised and battered because of human trafficking
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There’s one less life on earth because of suicide
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The first time I admitted it was over text
I knew I was about to make my life a mess
"It gets better" was the chant I held on to
the only way I could face that girl in school
