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[title] => Constance
[time] => 2004-05-20 18:27:29
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[bodytext] => Who was it to choose? My awful fate Trapped in a void Death was a pure journey I used to have a name, The name for a little angel like me Born to die, if not born to live I was so young, but to mature My name was Constance, Myself was to die, A mere child of the tender age of nine Given riches & attention It was horrible, my death Poisoned, by the woman I thought was my mother The devil she was, she hated me so Jealousy corrupted her very being At my funeral tears were shed like rain The sky was bleak; a dense fog had blown in People were standing around, all dressed in depressing black I was lowered in the ground, were I shall lye forever. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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