poem 9

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The tears stain my cheeks. I have no more left to cry. There dried up like the Sahara desert. My pain has never subsided. Have you noticed? Did you ever even care? I have no sparks, no magical power. They only power I have is my flaws. The scar going along my stomach matching the birthmark on my face. There's no light left in me. How can you say I glow, without a shining light. I'm lost like Narnia, please come and save me. -mommamafia

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