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Two Missing Angels

Two Missing Angels

Trying everyday to hold the tears inside

It's tearing me up inside

The hurt inside I feel is the worst pain I have ever felt

Them babies are my life, my heart, but yet they ripped my heart out

Didn't even care what it would do to the girls

It takes more and more of my life everyday

I just put on my brave face and go on with my day like I'm fine

The hurt is so strong and tears are getting so hard to hold back

I need my babies back to get my heart put back where it needs to be

So it can be whole once more

Two thirds of it are missing right now

Now a third of it is barely there

Don't know what to do it gets harder everyday

Still I keep moving on or pain will get the best of me

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sparrowsong

Hello Michelle...

A family torn apart...

So many broken hearts...

May they be home soon...

Thoughts and prayers are with you...

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Michelle Fish

Thank you so much and they do get to come home soon and I'm glad they are my world. You're welcome I just write poetry to express the way I feel and about my life so if someone else likes my poems that's a great feeling to have.

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