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Sep 2014
Have you ever known what it is to be truly free?
There has been no love and nobody.
I sat alone on the cold cold street,
Crying and mesmerizing of what had happened to me.
My father had gone up in  rage when he had seen my grade.
He could not believe his little girl so so bright ,
Would let the world come and out her light.
The distance between us has never been so bad
and I cried some more for he was all I ever had.
Nostalgia was my only friend
as I reminisced straight to the end.
But when and Why and I can never understand
I had this to down to the very last end.
I am blue and its nothing new.
Touch my soul,Ill not be here soon
Written by
Elizabeth Bleu
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