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The Quiet Beforg The Storm She reached deep...to her soul...to find peace one that quited her anger...her fears...her depression each day she watched the decay around her...each day she cried her retreat inside was slowly losing it's affect upne her Where does she go? who can she turn to? someone must have answers yet there is only silence...a silence of fear for what is seen people feel anger for what they see and disbelief for what they hear have we all lost direction in this world...has disrespect takem control How does she regain the harmony she had once held...she had once harbored to once more feel harmonies with her surroundings once more to hold love and respect for her fellow man was that only a dream that was watched each night in dreams The majority of people were not bad, but a few had taken over they held the majority ad hostages to release their hatred becase of thier disrespect for humanity...she could not respond till the cancer of their hatred discord invaded her world Vote for this poem
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