December 18th, 2001

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cold couch i lay on, my tears flowing but no one is there,
i lay behind a room filled with a child broken her heart torn with pain of sorrow i am to young to understand,
but she wears her plastic grin and tells me of heaven,
a blind child i can not cry in front her for she is far to weak
a mother for me to raise with,
she asks for help i can not give
a hollow woman with nothing but a girl inside,
did i make you leave me