Poems from G.S.

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I am a red headed,step child from hell.
I realize I've hurt you, I've felt it. When I've said I'm sorry, I've meant it. Your trust and love, I've choked it. You gave me your heart...
I like to write, It help's me think. Why my life, Is incomplete. I calm down,  And start to write. I write about,  My life's fight. I write...
There are a few things, I would like to say. Why? Are we alike this way, Seperated. Alone. In our own homes. Are we that afraid? To say...

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