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Aug 2013
I see her innocent eyes used and abused, accused of such sinister lies. The pastor, her master, mother, brother, father all force her to hide, with none to confide and lack of sight in her mind.

I find we don't love the ones we call close. Posted up on the block, learning to hold her own, sown into her life the semetry feeling that this world is her enemy.

Anything to take money and make something of herself. 3 reflected mirrors at home reflecting an image to be up held.

Visions of a world of wealth, blinded by the wise men intending to leave her corrupt. It's ****** up, n it ***** but who really give a **** till they're stuck in the same situation?

Pacing through life clueless we might just make it out alive. As she Strives for a future she wakes up to a doctor and several sutures.

Beat down again to the sound of her own head. Bled for prayers so God wouldnt dred her favors.

She never really accepted the trueth that made her. Insisting proof, or a fool to be called a believer. If only you knew that all things were meant to decieve you. When the son rises the light starts shining to find her. What you raised is offering and one day he will help end your suffering for all your strugglig.
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Kobbe  U.S.A
(U.S.A)   
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   AJ
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