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The End

He weeps softly now,
Not in his dream
Anymore. The only
Thing clear, is the too
Familiar face, of the
Gang member, that
Hangs out in front of the
School, with unfinished business.

I leave him now
Crying for I
Too feel the pain.
For I too was in
The dream.
For I am his
Mother.

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