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I, Too, Am Not Perfect

I, too, am not perfect For I am truly in love With a man I can never have Yet I still rise above all the heartache It is imbedded For fifteen years or more I've come to terms He only wants me to store all the heartache I can do this For I am what I was taught Years of abuse then silence My heart will never rot in all the heartache

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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