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By Daniel Caceres
Blue Ridge High School
I wish this suffering would stop, for them and for me.
I am a wounded body full of pain.
I see people crowded in each of my cars.
The screaming, the yelling, the crying I hear.
The heat from their bodies, the cold in the air I feel.
The sweating and the blooding I taste,
But only death is the fear I smell.
Though I wish I had more room for them.
I wish I had no room at all.
I am like a body carrying somebody else's souls,
And in my womb I carry their innocence to their death.
I can feel ignorance inside
And, for this, I feel sad.
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