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The call

This is the call I never wanted to make
The call that even makes my body quake
The moment a sound responds on the line
My words, my heart, my voice become intertwined
My voice becomes a nightmare
My voice echoes pain
My voice tells a story
Of a choice made, inhumane
My voice is trained to be steady
My voice is told to be clear
I'm sorry I had to make the call
and
I promise that Ill be here

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