My name is Brittney (kind of long&&very person)

My name is Brittney
I have blonde hair
And intriguing eyes

That show just as much intellect

(as painful memories)

My name is Brittney

And though I am still young

I have many experiences

That many, young and old

(could never forget)

My name is Brittney

I am an average heighth

With average features

And a lovely vocabulary

(that is used as verbal assault)

My name is Brittney

I am the product

Of a screwed up marriage

Of screwed up people

(and I have screwed up credentials) 

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My name is Teresa

I have brown hair

and intriguing eyes

That have know many sorrows

(in the four decades i have lived)

My name is Teresa

I have a daily battle

Only the crusade is personal

I must save my daughter

(from very far away)

My name is Teresa

I fear my divorce

Is the reason my daughter is dying

Dying from her own troubles

(the ones she is causing for herself)

My name is Teresa

I am not very tall

And kind of plump

Is that why my husband left me

(and my children; too young to understand)

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My name is Matthew

I have brown hair

And intriguing eyes

That show nothing

(as that is what i want)

My name is Matthew 

I drink too much

For my own damn good

I want no one to be concerned

(or so i like people to believe) 

My name is Matthew

No one really knows me

Or at least thats the observations

That every one has made

My name is Matthew

I am of average heighth 

I stand with my eyes cast down

Afraid to feel

(at least in public)

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My name is Robert

I have brown hair

And eyes that are dark

They scare little children

(and my own as well)

My name is Robert 

I have ditched an old marriage

And old children

For a new wife & kids

(but this might fail too) 

My name is Robert

I can no longer say anymore

For my oldest daughter is writing this

And i fear, she knows little about me

(all is well, as she refuses to see me)

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