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Apr 2016
Little voices
Often said
Useless are
Better dead
Take it now
Feel no pain
See the past
Never again
Run free now
Into the night
Leave for good
No more fright
Little sorrow
Nothing left
Free my mind
That's what
They said
Listen softly
Quiet now
Know no more
Tell me how
Live in peace
Without regret
Days to come
Better yet
Past is past
Whisper free
What's left is now
A better me.

July 3, 2012
Pamela Penta
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Pamela Penta  59/F/Santa Fe, New Mexico
(59/F/Santa Fe, New Mexico)   
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