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Comments about Heather Cooper
The first time I looked at you
I knew it, it was not the real you.
You slipped away piece by piece…
That man was holding you hostage from us
I can't tell you how much pain and weakness
I had after my soul got sucked up by him…
I only knew that I did not have a mom mentally or
Physically, I had a drugged up, helpless and lonely
Mother who was crying out for me, but the ring master
Behind this shit was a dirty, ugly man who truly was a copy
Of Freddy Crouger, Now I am a black rose with thorns! That will
Hurt anybody who comes near me, but years later I am a ...