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  • Pamela Paige
  • April 3, 2020

I was raped from 5 years old to 10 years old. My rapist was my own brother. I have flashbacks and nightmares. I remember going to the police and telling them everything then leaving thinking I had done the right thing. Then my foster mother tells me they let him go. I had days that I wanted to kill myself. I had gone into 30 foster care homes and hospitals. I still can't beleve they had let him go back out there to rape other people. I will never get over that.

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  • Samuel E. DADA, Abuja
  • April 3, 2020

I know loss because I know what it meant to have you around bro. Yusuf, continue rest. Rest with the Lord. Wonderful poem!

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  • Ted Goodman
  • April 3, 2020

Our very dear friend of 50 years died after suffering heart failure in recent years. He was doing very well and ten days ago he rang me and we had a jolly conversation just like old times. The next afternoon, a relative rang and told me he had collapsed and was in hospital critically ill. He suffered a catastrophic ruptured aorta. The UK is in Covid-19 lockdown and only 5 close family, separated from each other by a 2 metre gap are allowed to be at his graveside on Monday. This poem says just what we wanted to say had we been there. John wasn't a religious man, but he did have some sort of belief and faith. Thank you so much for this inspiration. It has given us some comfort at a particularly dark time.

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  • Asanda Kunene
  • April 2, 2020

I wanted to keep my baby. I really did. I'll always feel like I chose my family and my studies over my one true love. If only I could turn back the hands of time.

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  • Cheyanna
  • April 2, 2020

I was/am very touched by this wonderful work of poetry. I am 16 years old, and my mother passed away due to a car wreck when I was 7 years old. I miss her very much. Upon reading this poem, I placed a 'she' where there were a 'he' and further on. I teared up reading it. And I understand what it is like. She was an amazing person. She is proof that you can walk through hell and still be an angel. Thank you so much to the author of this amazing work of art. Rest in Peace... Samantha Lynn Kingery I love you, Mom.

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  • Crystal Boer
  • April 1, 2020

Currently using this beautiful poem as inspiration for my poster design. This poem makes my assignment for graphic design much easier. Thanks!

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  • Jyoung
  • March 31, 2020

I really felt this poem as my first love and I were together for two years. I never experienced love before. I thought he was the one. I thought we were gonna be together forever. Until freshman year hit. He changed. He was a football player with all the friends in the world. I became his second choice. I was everyone's second choice, but I was never his until then. I loved him still through all this. Then my parents broke it off. They said he was bad for me, but I still loved him. It's been 4 months and I'm still not over it. I used to cry till I couldn't break. I used to think physical pain was the worst. But I fastly learned nothing beat mental pain especially after I became the worst version of myself and he told me he felt trapped in a two year relationship.

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  • CINDY L Nelson, Texas
  • March 30, 2020

John, I love your poem and how true! Something we can do to protect ourselves and our loved ones.
Brilliant,
Cindy

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  • Jill Mahon
  • March 29, 2020

This was a poem I learned at school in my elocution lessons in the early 1960s. It was recited at the end of term and if deserved, a certificate was awarded. The Covid-19 outbreak means I am unable to see my granddaughter, so I am sending her letters with puzzles and jokes, and in my next letter I will enclose a copy of this poem as she loves colours.

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  • David Valerga
  • March 27, 2020

I know how you must feel. I'm 49, alone and a quadriplegic. Was not always a quadriplegic. Got into a jeep accident and flipped my jeep and broke my neck coming home from Iraq. Had two divorces. Both cheated on me. This was when I was in the Army. Then had two more relationships which both used me. I am alone with no one to turn to as well. But I do fight on and hope one day that one I've been looking for will share my heart.

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