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I lived before,
in an age where none,
would cease to hurt,
or learn to love.
The pain it brought,
the difference showed.
The hurt inside,
caused me to die.
We walked the streets,
and those we'd meet.
A glance their way,
but not a word we'd say.
Why oh why,
did you let me die?
Throw a rope,
give the rest some hope.
Alwyn Poh.
