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Nov 2014
Lost in the music of childhood Saturday afternoons
Never before realizing
The broken soul she purged through impassioned verse and powerful refrains
This same music offering insight and healing
Songs wailed from the depths of my being
Tears burn my tired eyes
As I cry, never having realized i lived her pain
I am living it now, through my own wounds
Wounds i borrowed from her broken heart
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Mi alma rota estΓ‘ lleno de amor. Te quiero muchisimo Mami.
PrttyBrd
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