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Nov 2014
I used to be
So happy, so free
Until the darkness reached me.
Now with weak legs
To God I have begged
And tears I have shed,
I am standing
Not tall but heading
In a direction, soon Ill be flying
In a bright blue sky
Feeling so high
Living not surviving.
I used to be a nice sweet child
Until my life got so wild
But now the pain is getting mild,
Soon I hope to be
So happy, so free
Just like I used to be.
Written by
Kylie Loth  Clinton, CT
(Clinton, CT)   
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