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I have given a lot of my faith away with purple ribbons

Our fingers brush when my hope is taken from me, and I expect no more than a jolt in my stomach, slight discomfort at having been accidentally touched

I had an idea

I wanted to spill all my anger into the page

so why is it always so hard to write 

I woke in the middle of the night

Oblivious to the pain that would come in 4 hours 

When I woke up to my dad next to my bed a sad look on his face

My world shattered.

My little sister 

Only 7 years old 

Innocent 

And yet strong willed 

She will grow up 

In this country 

With this president 

This person who calls himself 

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