Loved, hated, different, alive…
Sister of brothers and two whom are dead.
Lover of my James, and saving those who have cried.
One who feels loved, and shares it amongst others who deserve it.
One who fears loosing the ones cherished.
Would love to see this world change for the better.
Residing in a world so cold.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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