Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
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Last published Wed, Feb 20, 2013
You think maybe one day things for change for you that after being alone for so long the sadness would end but eventually you give up that hope when your scraping the roof because the only people you will ever see is that dark cloud that never ending that droops over you, scraping weeds of the orphanage was my good chore, the one where I could look around and be alone...until today
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