The Things I Felt As A Child,
Should Have Never Been Captured,
They Now Hide,
In-Between Wrinkled Pages Of Poetry,
For Me To Write,
With Years Of Pondering,
A Snapshot In Time,
My Minds Eye,
The Reasons Behind,
I Wanted To Die,
But Lived To Tell,
Me Too.
~Vickie Thayer~
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