my life all on my own
all cried out memories are forward
panic sets in what to do no understanding
the pain is real my health is over flowing
a hand a word
people around busting at the seems
to forget is not a crime
forgiveness is a promise
a baby a poach
the winters spring
trends fall and turn upside down
but my life all on my own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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