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05/03 2007
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My Poems
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The Decision |
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The Number |
The Decision
It was up to me!
More burden than gift, no matter the choice, it only widens the rift.
It was up to me? How could it be, how did it come to this?
I cannot see. Run, hide, tease, laugh, turn away from me. If only fate would intervene and save me from what I refuse to see.
| On July 26th 2007 susie3349 Said: |
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| nice 1 |
| On May 23rd 2007 pink23fairie Said: |
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| nice....:) |
| On May 4th 2007 wannabetimthe1 Said: |
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| i like this...... |


