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Who I am.
Sometimes I think I'm a great daughter.
But to my family, I'm a slave and they are my masters.
To my friends, Yeah that is great.
But infront of my masters I'm nothing.
I try to do the best I can.
But nothing is right in their eyes.
I'm nothing.
No one.
Worthless.
I might as well be dead.
Not born.
But to god, who am I?
- by CandaceMiller |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/07/2010 |
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- Title: Who I am
- Artist: CandaceMiller
- Description: this is the other poem i wrote
- Date: 03/07/2010
- Tags: whoiam
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