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Apr 2012
Her name was Hilary Urma Romalis Thomas.
but they just called her HURT
Her eyes sparkeled with every ray of sun
but her smile never turned the right way.
Tears was what she created for fun
And she never had much to say
I thought that she just might be shy
but they said nope that's just HURT
But I couldn't excpet that answer
It was something so beautiful about her
A mystery I wanted to uncover
A joy I wanted to discover
Asking questions to find out more about her
but they just said that's HURT
So i tried, and I connect
I Linked into her mind
As we begin to interact
Im excited at what I find
I learn that she is kind
But they say that cant be HURT
And I said that is was
it is what she use to be
Before she gaind the Thomas
That added the misery
But now shes in Love with me...
And they say Thank God that you got HURT
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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