Topic: The battle within | |
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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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