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Cried

I cried while you were gone. The t e a r s they s t u n g my cheeks. It left a trail, a crimson water in a pool of former me. And I wallowed in the thought that this is what it is. And no m a t t e r where I find myself, The control e v a d e s my grip. And I try to fight and fight and fight. I try to just forget. The thoughts I find inside my head Are too hard to relive. I refuse to be a slave, to the pauper and the King. I lay my weary head d o w n Not ashamed, but struggling.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/15/2012 5:58:00 PM
Strong feelings expressed well I particularly like how you ended. Light & Love
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Date: 11/14/2012 3:58:00 PM
Interesting work...Very good design on the page..It has great flow and rhythm to it..I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Sara
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Ira Dawson
Date: 11/14/2012 5:23:00 PM
Thank you so much for taking time to read my pieces and give me your feedback, Sara. It really makes me feel welcomed being a "newbie" on here.

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