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Once had a sister

Once thought her the best,

Till I was nine,

She made mom while I’m was at school upon threat of never seeing her grandson again give away my dog.

Funny how much still at on the eve nearly of my sixty-fourth birthday that pain is still fresh,

Acid still rises filling my heart and mouth with acid,

Rushing home to see my pup,

Casey was his name,

Grand son of our Penny dog,

Tan an white,

Lab cocker cross,

My best friend next to mom,

You know nothing your innocent of deceit,

Then in a moment after stabbed in the back you understand what hurt really is,

Death of innocence,

Pain deeper then the deepest abyst in a bottomless sink hole,

At nine I died,

Slow pain filled day,

Your eyes open upon that death,

Diana Lee Heike Dudley for next forty&seven plus years never disappointed,

To bleed me or mom once a year,

Diana’s hands run red with our blood,


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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