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Dec 2012
Ouch!
Thou cruel fate has pierced my heart,
And I can barely breath,
Inhaling has become a lot harder,
And I wanna scream!
But maybe I'm not meant to be,
In control of my horrible destiny,
This cruel life that can easily break,
My glass heart,
And in the wake of my daydreams
Are creepy and disdainful nightmares,
Oh please,
I beg,
Life be merciful,
As I am nothing without some hope to keep on holding onto
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   Timothy and Danielle Rose
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