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     every night i pray to god hopeing he listening i go to bed  hungery in sad mom run out dads a drunk older brother left i sit in my room on my bed wepping hopeing every thing will  be alright. i got to school with holes in my shoes scares on my arm. pleading  the teachers will help me.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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