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A Story of My Past

April 21, 2013
By Anonymous

reds, then blacks, now grays
is what describes those horrid days.
for the red was the fire in my eyes
because, there, every day i did despise.
the black was my sadness hitting me,
though it only hit after i did flee.
and those grays are the embers that have mostly burned out.
however occasional flickers i do not doubt.
for i am still trying to let go
because that was something no child should ever have to know.



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