A Voice Needed
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Today we are given a choice. To humbly elect officials that will represent the people. Yet lately all are claims have fallen on deaf ears. W maybe in the grips of immediate danger. There are lines being drawn in the sand.
Here I am present, the tiny infats who die, from unfit "Parents". Here I am the Light, the Savior for the abused, so many children. Who am I, you ask?
There are voices in my head and all around me. The voices talk. The voices scream. The voices cry. They are with me when I sleep and when I wake. But why?