Shawna Luttrell 98
Poem based on the story The Giver by Lois Lowry
I believe some of us were chosen;
to carry the weight of the world,
on our own,
to not think as others do.
And I am not one person,
I am a collection of thoughts,
and memories,
and pains.
That I�ve only carried for you,
you, the one�s untouched.
Left with your innocence.
Your untouched eyes.
To really open up and see,
but its good- you couldn�t handle all this,
within me.
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