I often wondered why he made me feel "this way"
Even on the worst day's I'm feeling some type of way
Take me back to the days,words were like blades
So much love in this life ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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