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shes a woman a lady who doesnt feel beautiful but she is shes my mother im proud to say i look up to her she wears he battle wounds proudly ..

i dont know what it is about the grass just the smell of it freshly cut the whisling sound it makes aginest the wind i dont know what it is ab..

this poem may make you think i need help but its all true every word.

this just explains my life and how hard i worked for it.

this isnt what i normally write but someone gave me a story that i think should be shared.

where is god is there a heaven is the bible real where is god when i need him most where is god is there a heaven that when i die i go ..

im scared why you ask its hard to say im scared to close my eyes to walk at night why you ask im scared its hard to say but im scared ..

she doesnt know that im scared she doesnt know that im afraid she doesnt know that im terrified she doesnt know that im scared she doesnt..

i have always been different and i finally see why i am.

this is no dream wake up your living in reality a place where dreams dont come so easy wake up this is the life you laid dreams no longer exc..