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Aug 2010
There was a distance between her and her soul.                                                                                                             Her heart was so dark,almost like coal.
          Never shedding a tear or ever experiencing her own fears,                                                                                             so alone however she still remained here.                                                                                                                    There was the inner child reaching out but never getting nowhere                                                                                   always so afraid and alone knowing nobody cared.              
           Her days were always so dark never bright from the sun.                                                                                                   So many tears shed from the pain, never to be undone.                                                                                                 Nothing to block the rain or no shelter from the bad storms.                                                                                               Now living in a life that has been shattered and torn.                                                                                                 Deep down inside of that shattered and torn life,                                                                                                              she could feel the jagged edge from a fiercely sharp knife.                                                                                            Vowing to never let anyone destroy her in the end,                                                                                                          She gave herself to god for she knew he was her friend.
Written by
Cynthia Barton
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