d-amandaWhisper

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My Ghosts.My old ghosts are haunting me again. / They've crept in without me knowing or hearing. / They plant seeds of doubt and fear in my head.

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Jul 10, 2011

PictureThinking of you makes me remember / and wish that I could forget. / I stare at your picture

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Jul 6, 2011

Revelation on a Sunny DayThe sun warmed my body / and the sky was the deepest, clearest blue / without a cloud in sight.

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Jul 7, 2011

“We Always Thought You’d Get C’s.”You complain that I don’t tell you anything. / I’m a secret and a mystery to you. / You’re my daughter, you say.

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Jul 6, 2011

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