Their is fear within me, That i cannot write. I hold my pen, and my hand kept shaking. Because of the injustice, our people keep suffering. No one can talk it out, no, not even i.
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Their is fear within me, That i cannot write. I hold my pen, and my hand kept shaking. Because of the injustice, our people keep suffering. No one can talk it out, no, not even i.
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