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Jul 2013
Its dark. The tears stream down my face.
I scream in terror at this unfamiliar place.
No matter what I do, its just not enough.
I can't take this anymore, its all too rough.
This has been going on for far to long.
I have got to get a grip, I have got to be strong.
Maybe now with you holding me near during the night
I will wake tomorrow knowing things will be alright.
Dawn Bailey
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