An unwanted child from birth till two
A lonely soul and no one knew
An unwelcome stranger from two till five
No hugs given, no way to thrive
Self-destruction began from five till seven
No way possible to get into heaven
Stolen innocence from seven till twelve
Shut down completely, I cannot delve
Wild escape from twelve into teens
Self destructing again, what does this mean?
Sinking lower from teens into thirties
Memories emerge, but am I really this dirty?
Met someone at age thirty-seven
Thank you dear God for giving me heaven.
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 24, 2002
This touched me Shirley so very deeply a tragic story with a happey ending. I am crying with happiness for you. God bless you Lady. Merry Christmas. Bill Murray
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