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Don't be afraid to feel my sweet
Don't be afraid to cry
For every tear you shed my sweet
Sets free your need to lie
For hurting inside and hiding it
Will only sink you low
So lift your head up high my sweet
And let somebody know
The bruises on your body
The bruises in your heart
The tales they tell are obvious
and healing needs to start
The biggest fear that stops you
Is being caught and bashed
For telling of your trauma
And your truth turned into trash
But time has come to try my sweet
To free yourself from pain
If at first you don't succeed
Just try and try again
Remember what I say my sweet
my story is sad but true
Once I was a victim my sweet
And suffered just like you
Know light is in the tunnel
Shining to show you the way
Happiness will find you my sweet
So look forward to that day
Finally I must tell you dear
that friends are close at hand
Go to them for comfort my sweet
For they all understand
Janice M Pickett
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Tuesday, October 16, 2007 |
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Saturday, April 16, 2011 |
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