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Sep 2013
I’m tired of being the reason

For everyone else end of this pitch bl’s sorrows

Lying down at night with the stars up high

I find it hard to close my eyes and sleep

When I know there’s no light

At the end of this pitch black tunnel

It’s as if somebody has taken away my sight

Locked deep inside this darkness

While I’m waiting for hope and forgiveness

What’s happened to me?

To my life?
Tabitha Sullivan
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Tabitha Sullivan  Maine
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