she was young, beautiful and talented.
her voice was of the early morning sun, but her personality of the sea at night.
Needless to say she was a fighter but also a lover..
love was the one thing she couldn't have, but always wanted.
children was something she never wanted, but wanted her..
she'd grown numb to the pain left by men
frozen from the love shown by children
and memorize by the disgust in the mirror
she couldn't understand why they showed her love, why they hated her so much, and why she'd put her self through it all.
everyday was work, work, work.
but she'd wish it was hope, love, and fame.
at day she'd sing the kids to sleep, at night she'd rock away to the tears.
tempted to pull away, but she was too afraid of their rage. "dont move" he said in a breathless tone, as she lay in there pleasure awaiting to be summon to hear the children's cheers all she could of done was hum a melody she ones loved and await the break of dawn.

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