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We are all born with a number of words.

So easily taken care of...

I'm sorry.

I was beautiful

it seems so insignificant to you doesn't it?

I caught my reflection and a new wave of tears escaped.

an older poem I found... it's a bit ironic... i'm still wishing for this moment to arrive.

I remember her as a loving woman She smelled of peppermint and silk Her hair was always perfect Never a curl out of place. Her hands were soft and..

I can feel it in my bones

hell walk away chuckling as if I had told him the funniest joke.