She pressed on about why I couldn't go, but I was too embarrassed to admit that
You gave light to my soul You helped me to be whole I have felt volunteer sex slave for you before And it will be more and more, You are mine, my dear You are the angel from above Who taught me how to love.
It hurts when you are sad, And makes me sad when you are mad.
Comments Very great.
You give your hand so sweetly.
Still I Rise Maya Angelou.
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