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Sep 2016
Mirror cuts like a razors knife
Brings the blood that takes a life
Dulls the anguish
Relieves the pain...
Maybe I will be reborn again

Into a life
Of love and peace
One from which
I won't beg release
One with a home
And family that's whole
One that is safe...
Where I know I am loved


Until then
I'll lay here and bleed
Be careful your choices
And what you do weave
Your soul is fragile
And one day will leave
What will be left
The day you succeed?

Sept 28, 2016
Pamela Penta
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Pamela Penta  59/F/Santa Fe, New Mexico
(59/F/Santa Fe, New Mexico)   
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