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Hatred

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maryjane5908

Published: Jul 31, 2014

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Why can't I realize all this hatred for you is only torturing me?
I feel all better and relieved for a while when you leave me alone
But then you guilt trip me to weasel your way back into my life
Why do you always have to say your children need to have their grandfather in their life
No not when I can't forgive you for the things you have done to me as a child
No not when I can't trust you alone with them
No not when you just want to walk in and out of their lives
Why can't I realize all this hatred for you is only torturing me?

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So I have been researching what it would take to to get my book published and here are the steps that I need to take:
1) hire a literacy agent
2)travel when I get an interview with that agent
3) get my poetry into book form

That saying it is going to be a lot of money and I really want to do this. Even if I just help one person to realize hey you not a lone in the things you are going through. I do not want people to go down the dark path I went down.
So I have made this website to get my book out there if you guys could help I would really appreciate it even if you just share this on your page
thank you so much
Here is the link
www.gofundme.com/chpyw4

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williamson13

Sep 15, 2014

just a nice piece, it reminds me of someone. . .

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