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By Bill L., Rockland, MA
You once
asked
me if
I
knew how
many
people had
to
suffer for
one
to be
happy.
These tear-reddened
eyes
and once-bloodied
hands
bring recollections
of
your upturned
lips,
if that's
answer
enough for
you.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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