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A Beginning To An End


The devil was there. Touching my hair. Whispering in my ear. Unforgiving words I fear. Sitting on my shoulder. Every year I get older. I make my own choice. I use my own voice. This is my life. I would make the best wife. I can't hear angels sing. I want to fell the happiness it brings. I have a telephone. I want to be on my own. My daughter's birth happened on this earth. Every night there is a moon. Death is another day soon. Life is short. The unborn should never abort. © Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
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