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Dec 2012
My Father said it would be hard
My Mother said have fun
But what  they didn't think to tell me
Was that battles weren't always won
My Sister couldn't really care
Now that she found her love
She held his hand and fell asleep
Face pointed to the up above
My Father said he'd **** them all
My Mother said be still
But I didn't think to expect
There would be nothing left to ****
Friends would tell me stories
Of all the fights they won
And I couldn't help but wonder
If my fight was already done
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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