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Jan 2010
It's blow after blow,
hit followed by hit,
this is not a show,
what you see is what you get,
each strike is heard,
the burn lasts long,
I know it's so obsurd,
the abuse feels so wrong,
things have got to give,
anything it doesn't matter,
just so that we can live,
everyday, a little less sadder,
now here are scars,
deep marks left by hatred,
as abundant and the stars,
and the lessons we must live with,
and I can not even form a judge,
based on a viewers reputation,
but if I linger a kind of grudge,
this that ***** will endure no end!!

SDPope
Written by
Stephanie D Pope
650
   Integrityxx and JR Macfadden
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