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I don’t love you anymorePack your bags and goJust keep walking And don’t look backYou killed the feelings I hadThey no longer existI don’t need you anymoreI can’t live like thisYou need to move on And find your happinessYou thought I was the oneBut you were wrongIt’s time for me to be meWhoever it is I may beI need to find my happinessBut I can’t do it with you©2009

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A sudden hit stopping me in my tracksShocked and not knowing what happened Holding my face with excruciating painBlood gushing and drenching my shirtDizziness engulfing my headTears creating all the more blurry visionUnable to see my way back homeCalling out for someone to help meShe yells for me to get to the houseTells me to stop crying like a babyThe pain and the bleeding wouldn’t stopI just

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We are born to parents filled with hatred and angerBorn into a world of torture and abuseSurely we must have done something wrongTo be so unwanted and unlovedThe system comes to our rescueWe are sent to live in homes of strangersWe are told we would be safe and secureBut we soon find out we should not have trustedWe run away the first chance we haveTo the only place we know we are safeA place to

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Secrets carried for many yearsMy soul hurt and tormentedMy mind filled with clutterSecrets waiting to be releasedUnable to speak of itUnable to write of itUnable to release itUnable to run from itWhere do I goI have nowhere to turnI have no one to trustWhat do I doWhere is the happinessWhere is the lightWhere is the strengthWhere is my lifeSecrets in my every waking momentMy life wounded and

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I am who I amIf you don't like what you seeThen don't bother wasting your time with meMoney can buy me diamonds and goldIt can buy me fancy houses and carsIt can even buy me a circle of "friends"But money won't buy me happiness or loveIt will never buy me true friendshipAnd it certainly will never buy my way into HeavenWhy should I worry whether people see me as rich or poorWhy should I worry if

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You brought me into this worldYour job was to raise me And love me unconditionallyTo teach me morals and valuesThe difference between right from wrongTo keep me protected from harmYou never really wanted meYou made that quite clearYou chose to keep your distanceAnd pretend nothing ever happenedYou looked the other wayLike I was never thereYou couldn't find it in your heart to accept meAnything I

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We may look a lot like each otherBut we are as different as we can beLike we are from separate familiesWe were suppose to stick togetherWe should have been like friendsStanding side by side united as oneHorrible things have been saidUnspeakable things have been doneThe damage cannot be reversedGrowing more distant as the days go byFilled with such anger and hateWe are like enemies fighting a

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Night is here once againFear overrides my sleepIt will keep me awake till dawnWhen I can finally close my eyesI welcome the darkness It makes it easier to be unseenI fear the echo of footstepsIt searches for where I might hideWhen will it all endThis overwhelming fear of mineI am exhausted and wearyI cannot go onI know it is time to stop running My weary soul must restIt is time to face the

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You are very differentSo unlike the othersIt's hard to believe thatYou are even related to themYou have never judged me Or pointed out my faultsYou encourage me to be my bestRather than beat me downYou are always thereWith a listening earTo help shoulder my burdensAnd give me advice when askedYou are kind caring and thoughtfulWith a true gift of compassionI hope I can learn to be like you I am

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Two Blessed children they are mineStubborn like their fatherLooks from their motherOh how I thought all would be fineKids on a mission running with all their mightVisions of soaking in a hot tub now gone from my sightFootsteps descend then they sit on the bottom stairPleading for a few more minutes they think that is fairThey've given up on their mission, they could not fight the sleep I'm now in

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It is such a wonderful thing to watch you growSeeing your first smile to your first stepsHearing your first giggle to your first wordsYour first of everything is an endless joyIt broke my heart with your first scrapeAnd band-aids on both kneesIt tore my heart with your first trip to the hospitalIt made me feel so helpless to see you hurtI never knew there could be such mixed feelings Of happiness

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A feeling deep within my soulAnd I just knowThere is a new life within meIt wasn't planned But yet its not unwantedI rejoice for the miracleI plan for the new additionAnd prepare for its arrivalBut I wake up and know it's goneMy heart is brokenAnd pain deep within my soulIt just wasn't meant to beI never got to see its precious face Or hold the tiny body in my armsEach time it happenedA piece of

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As I sit here and look up at the starsI can't help but wonderWhat does Heaven really look likeAre there mountains and valleystrees and grass rivers and oceansAre the animals as tame as can beOr are there cities filled with housesbusinesses and skyscrapersAre the streets filled with peopleI already know that in HeavenThere is no sickness pain or hateBut will it look like whatever our soul createsI

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We have many friends throughout our livesbut the ones that you can really trustAnd can finally drop your defensive wallsThe ones that you can share your secrets withAre the hardest and rarest treasures of all Friends can be crazy at times, but those are the bestThey keep you on the phone till all hours of the nightCrying and laughing with you until you have no voiceWhen you feel you have no

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I was once a child so many years agoMy innocence was stolen from meI would never be the same againMy mother didn't believe meAnd too frightened to tell anyone elseI lived in fear and shameMy brain no longer thought like that of a childMy soul became an adult long before it's timeWhen others thought of what games they would playI thought of what books that I could become a part ofWhen others were

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I'm more terrified of you than anything else in this worldAnd I can't remember whyI remember the verbal and mental tormentBut I know you did that to keep me too terrified from speaking outToo terrified to remember anything elseI was an adult when I left my country, my home, my jobEverything I own, my family and my friendsYou tried to find me, you wouldn't give upYou had your friends or whoever

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Her brown curly hair and hazel eyesShe has a smile that melts my heartWith all my soul, I love her like no otherHer strong willed personality and stubborn attitudeQuick tempered and hard headed she doesn't like to listenNasty tantrums, loud screams, constant whiningTempers flare quick to lose controlSuddenly shaking, aware of what almost happenedIt came so close, barely able to stopFeeling

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