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My Former Self
Before you I stand A mere shell of my Former self Your words cut me As though they were Knifes my humanity Spills forth Actions crush like Fatal blows leaving Me broken and Defeated Wounds heal yet the Scares remain lessons Learned The once brave and Courageous woman That once stood in Here in my shoes is No more Before you I stand A mere shell of my Former self G.L .Buchanan 06/03/07
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