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Jun 2014
I'm bent, not broken,
Hear the words that are spoken.
There is this pain I go threw,
If only someone knew.
From my back to my hips,
I feel like i  may trip.
Some one catch me...
One..Two..Three..
I'm gone ..I'm gone
Now you'll move on..
Written by
Lexi Hailstone
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