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Jul 2010
As I sit down remembering the past.
As I sit here I break a tear.
A past full of lies from love ones.
A past full of regrets and remorseful actions.
A past I wouldn't want anyone to endure.
But it was the past that
Shaped and molded
Who I am to this date.
But if it wasn't for my one and only angel.
I
May not be among everyone today.
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe
Written by
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe  United States
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   jmc
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