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My paradise... Little perfection. Work of art -- My reflection. The dream, The image, The thought... Gone. I grimace. He was taken away from me Before I even had a chance to hold him. Behind the tears that are shed today Is a young girl that thought she could be a woman.
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
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My paradise... Little perfection. Work of art -- My reflection. The dream, The image, The thought... Gone. I grimace. He was taken away from me Before I even had a chance to hold him. Behind the tears that are shed today Is a young girl that thought she could be a woman.
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Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
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