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Jul 2011
Why can't she see?
Who she was
Who she could be
And what she has become.

Why can't she see?
She is loved
She is beautiful
And people do care.

If only...
She knew
She saw
She felt.

But its the past that's...
Holding her back
Making her cry
Kicking her while she is down.
Amber Jade
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