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My final defeat - fixed contest - poetry
She almost certainly can't bring to mind But it did - The day I found her agreed out cold on the alive room floor Is mommy dead? My gut said Yeah she's dead as a doornail Thankfully my words said No No she's not dead Little did I know I would admiration again and again I despised that demon who called me nasty names So confused, embarassed, shocked, and dazed But I cultured early - Never ask questions.
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When I got older, I belief I could deal better Nobody ever met the first boy I went on a date with The bright face with the eternally joyful smile Today at 30 years-old, I have perfected my enigmatic mask Nobody ever gets even a indication searching.
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But everything close to accepting I surrended for myself to a continual, gripping scramble If I could just find.
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