Prologue

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-A poem that speaks for the girls held in captivity-

Hurt and pain.

There's not much to gain

Peace and love.

It's all but the same

Confusion and doubt.

We are not without

We weep, we cry

We plead, we try

We laugh, we smile

Only to be hurt

By one last trial

Life is a lesson

So learn it well

Maybe, one day, you can tell it's tale.

Lora.

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