Little ThingsA Poem by IsabelI remember those times where I was a child. Singing softly with tears meant for an Angel, But as the years went on, I fell for a while. The damage has been done and I can't go on, my mind won't let me. I did justice to prove to them all, that I too bleed. © 2015 Isabel |
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Added on May 21, 2015 Last Updated on May 21, 2015 |

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