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“I Am Born”
From tragic and sorrow I am born.
I come from within where two hearts are torn.
I open my eyes and what do I see?
A hand, a hand that is so near to me.
As I fall down the hand becomes nearer.
I don’t want to fall on this hand for I am I tear.
It’s a strong hand stained with red.
It’s holding her down in that god awful bed.
I hear screaming and coughing as I look around.
Then all the sudden there is no sound.
The hand backs away and I hold on.
Until someone finds me at the break of dawn.
By: Avery Carroll





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