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 Nov 2019
Julie
The day will come that I won’t fear
Not now, not yet, but near
Believing is hidden hurt
Blank mind no words to work

Black is written in the rhymes
Reading back, time and time
Fighting against the storm so strong
Life to relive so wrong

Heart knew what was broken
The angel in me to be taken
Years go on not to know
Where the fear began to grow

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