April 21, 2009
By Mikey SILVER, Rochester, Michigan
Mikey SILVER, Rochester, Michigan
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You left me here,
Alone and confused.
In a land so desolately bare,
Here I am, used and abused.
The curses you spoke,
That left me choked up.
I can't recall you apologizing,
I hate you for leaving me here.
Please tell me why,
You had to say goodbye.
That day you left,
I felt like I was seven.
And it was Christmas day,
Wondering why Santa never came.

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