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The apple of your eye? That compliment is dead. Instead, you left me dry, Through cored-out tears I shed. And now the cage I call my heart, Or perhaps a fortress, rather Cold and in the darkness now, For this I thank you, Father.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 1/20/2011 11:28:00 AM
Heartfelt, and deep emotions emerge as I read Annie....:)
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Date: 11/7/2010 4:25:00 PM
strong write here saddened but very powerful
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