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Once apon a time

I once heard a song that had no words to sing to,

that had no melody to hum along to,

that no one could wirte down on paper and look at it again

and again.

it was my very own song that no one would hear,

it was a place where i was just me and not

a person i did not Know and never heard of.

I once had my very own song and it was mine

with no beat and no tune

no melody to hum to

my

very

own

song .

that i kept in a place i will not go to anymore

somewhere i can't remeber any more.........

(my very own song........my own self..............)

my name is Rachel thats all I can tell you.......

By Rachel V.R.

thats me...






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