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A piece of hair is left…
it’s one of the many that I have picked from the floor, a reminder of the who it belongs to…
troubled..
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The path is set,
paved for the rich and poorto walk anddance,
run and lurk in its strides that stray in the twilights of its disfigured patterns, ..
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The stars look beautiful now that I’ve stopped fighting,they are so bright they make me cry-
Mommy! Mommy...
I’ve lost count of them,wh..
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when you realize that someone you hold dear is a complete stanger your about to lose, but still love.
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