Elisabeth Wingle Biography

I miss you Mom
I really do
All those times
You saw me through
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Oh how I love my baby's hands
Tiny, delicate, fragile
I am awestruck
I stare at them
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I woke up this morning
Glanced in the mirror
Then without warning
The old hag appears
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I will not scream
I will not cry
I feel sick
I think I'll die
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I fear death
I fear evil
I fear cruel and heartless people
I fear guns
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