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Never in my struggle could I have foreseen
the chains of a captor could set me free
I loved living with your hands around my neck
when only you could let me breathe
We used to joke about our children
with the knowledge I can’t conceive
But if we ever did raise them
I’d never teach them to love the way you loved me
Tyra
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