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Wednesday, May 25, 2005


   i wrote a poem/ song..
She cut her hair.
She cut her self.
She cut me down.

She dose this ever time.
But yet is her life, so who am I?
To take it from her.
To break it away from her.
To yank it away from her.

But she isn’t in my life...
So I have no right!
To fight!
To smite!
her....

But I see her walk I see her talk.

But she isn’t in my life anymore......

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