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Sep 2012
I see my older sister cry and I know it isn't fair,
I would take back the words,
                     words you couldn't bear.
I'd say it ain't your fault
but ya stepped up to the plate
without a momma to love
and a daddy to hate.

Such an independent woman but you're lonely and you're hurt
-Takin' care of a man who be turning other skirts-
So this is my pledge, I promise today,
I'll look out for my owns,
don't waste your worry my way.
Emily
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