poem
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There are rivers that have been cried There have been told, millions of lies But one thing that must always go on in the end Is life. No matter how heartbroken you may get Your story is not over At least not yet , And there are many more Adventures out there for you. So…
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A mother cradles her babies lifeless form Her eyes pouring tears like waterfalls, What did her baby do to cause it’s death, Did nothing to to no one but is now bereft of breath. Her baby had adopted no political or religious belief, Was unaware of colour or gender like we, All the baby wanted…