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Feb 27, 2010
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What I Was
That is what I was:Blind and selfish.At an utter lost,Not a single wish. My head would ache And my back would crack.My bones would break And my bags would pack. I held love and loathingEach and every day,For myself and for othersSo run, I would away. Dragged down by fears,But lifted with hope.Drowned by tears,But saved by cope. I loved my family, but didn't see the pain.I hated myself, but wanted to play the game.
— evie.haywood, Feb 27, 2010
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xena465
16 years 3 months ago
This is nice and
evie.haywood
16 years 3 months ago
Thank You again. It was
xena465
16 years 3 months ago
No it’s fine as it is
evie.haywood
16 years 3 months ago
Okay, thank you. Evie