Tomorrow I will be 35 years old
Sometimes I still feel like a little girl
This week has seen me
broken down
into
tiny
little
pieces
A hungry embrace
the man I once loved
A signature on a page
Tears for my freedom
I so want to make me a home
memories for my stories
laughter for my son
my numbers say that
I will search and search
a soulmate to be found
One have died
the other lost
it is to be left
well alone
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