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      I cry in the darkness but no one hears. 
  I listen for answers, yet no one talks. I long for release, but yet I'm still a prisioner. Longing for the day I find myself, Afraid that the person I once was is no longer there. With in the windows of my mind I am free, But in the ground is where I long to be.  | 
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      awe sad but amazing!....
     
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      i must say...blessed is the woman who gave a little....for what she had  
  given was all she had.....and that which she had given meant more than the treasures most have sacrificed.....that is what your poem reminds me of... JAH+BE WIFF YOU...  | 
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      I love that reply, thanks
     
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