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She walks quietly in the shadows of someone she wants to be. Desperation and need fill her heart as she wonders, Will she make it? Softly treading on the fantasies, She will be someone some day. Step lightly on her dreams, for they are fragile and all she has. |
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| A little about me: |
| I'm 39 years old, the mother of two. One boy, 6 years old and one girl, 21 years old. I've been married for 21 years. Writing and sculpting are my passion. |