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We the lost children are so full of pain.



I myself don't know how to really express

the thoughts that are running through my head.



No where to go!



No Help in sight!



She cries for Help!



When she lays down, she prays the bad memories

will be forgotten.



Or that Death will visit her soon to end the

suffering.



Zulaikah