The memories You don’t let me remember,Filled with suffering and all the pain,Is a blessing You have given,Protects me from that past that was written. For you have never forgotten me,From the child I was to the woman feeding on meat,I do remember the first time, we did meet. As a meer babe in aContinue reading “Memories Put Away”
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Uttering from Jenn's Pen 