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Feb 2014
You have the proof.
You know what he has done.
Is it because he lived under your roof,
That he is your son,
That you still think it is a bunch of  lies?
That he has been innocent all along.
I can see it in your eyes,
It is not your son but me who has done wrong.
Jessica Pfeiffer
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Jessica Pfeiffer
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