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Dec 2015
If daddy didn't break my heart....
Hopping from bed to bed would not be a sport
Looking at men as unworthy of love and compassion would not be my sight and allowing myself to be loved would come naturally.
If Grandfather didn't die....
I would have arms to run to when I'm sad
Looking at myself as kind and compassionate would be my sight
and allowing myself to smile would be like breathing.
Lia
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Lia
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