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5…   When you feel a hand squeezing ice into your fingertips,  cold as those distant galaxies you had always studied,  as a new star was being born, 
I can see it. I can see the light located at the end of the tunnel I run faster and faster towards it Praying with each step I'll be one step closer, closer  to being free.   Free from the bullies
There is always one person in our lives that is our person. Our person listens to us with their eyes and ears, And sincerity in their hearts. Our person holds our hands through the struggles and tears,
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