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There was a day when I envisioned where I would be right
now
Strong, powerful and beautiful

I am all those things... yet I hurt...

I cannot be what I want
and didn't achieve what I thought I would

So lonely, staring into an empty black hole...
Nothing to keep me here
Nothing to stand by
Nothing to move me forward

Would they miss me?
Posted: 2011-10-18 05:05:12 UTC

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