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Apr 23
One moment she was there and the next she was gone,
I remember the harmful and the favorable,
Even though she caused wounds, she still did not deserve to be demised,
Dreams in her eyes killed by the men who stole her force,
Still, she is the one to be charge.
Loved ones sit at her funeral remembering the delicacy she once was,
Her last days were far from first rate,
But she could ray,
I stepped in her rope, the last she was traced,
One moment she was here and the next she was gone.
Confessions of Aggression
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Confessions of Aggression  WA
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