the answer is broken

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when my

small

child asked me

why families were

dying on the platform

of the train station, I

could only answer that

is where they have

always

gone.

when my

small

child asked me

why the families

were eating garbage, I

could only answer they

were looking for

something.

then my

small

child asked me

when my answers

had broken and

if it had hurt

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