written July 6, 2009

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By Amber

Hiding in your sweatshirt Masked- From all the pain Fear is traveling down your arms Hidden by the maroon cotton The long sleeves Which cover your hands Shaking in misery Your pockets- Enough room to Contain your hidden dismay As you walk forth Into the open world Hiding in your sweatshirt.

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