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CONFUSION
With the sad in the years gone by,
even with it passed, I still cry.
Despite the sad, is still do have a
brand of gladness came my way.
The kindness of heart, it did start,
but in time it began to depart.
Why can't I be steadfast and hold
on when sad memories unfold?
Bitterness didn't have it's place
with my years of utter disgrace.
With that said, all words can't rhyme.
For what it takes is toil and time.
Michaela Warren 2011
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