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Whispers of your name flow through my mind 
They carry through my day 
Gently reminding me of your face 
Blindly I hope for better days that may not come 
Harshly I remember my mistakes and what they caused 
But they are gone, they matter no more 
There is only the hope that lives within me 
It is small, almost miniscule 
Love conquers all, except perhaps distance 
Pain relives itself over and over in my soul 
I am stepping closer to the end 
But the road is long and covered with darkness 
It seems the tunnel never ends 
Somewhere among these twists and turns is light 
And I shall find it 
With whispers of your name haunting me 
Piece Of Soul
A true show of the evolution of writing skill
About Me
 
- Name: Becca
- Location: Annandale-On-Hudson, New York, United States
I am fun. I am a musician. I am crazy. I am sexy. I am a poet. I am alone. I am free. I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I am loved. I am a leader. I am a writer. I am dancing. I am. I am. I AM.

 
					
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