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One10 Years Ago
I am not special, there are so many others.
They are young and old, our sisters and mothers.
Our friends and our brothers.
I am one of a million
who feel the pain.
Something sacred that’s been taken away.
A stolen spirit, a murdered soul, a day.
A year or two or maybe more like me.
Repeated over and over like me.
Engrained forever like me.
It doesn’t matter how long and how violent.
It is the memories that no matter what, stay silent.
For a year or two or maybe more.
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