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Mar 2012
Left for dead,
time after time.
Sad, happy, mad, glad,
Which is best?

Sitting alone,
gone unknown.
What seems right,
never is.

Wanting more,
than before, nothing,
the only thing I've ever had.
Nicole Williamson
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