another poem
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Created by _Shyangel_
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The painthat I feel, you would never believe.
For I am hurting inside out and forever willdo.
Trying to explain it would be very hard, but bottling itup would beso much worse.
For all I want todo right now is sit, and write down andthink,
For think who Iam and what I want todo.
For rightnow I feel like theres nothing left,
I amupset for manyreasons, and you’ll never know.
So calm your self andchill,foryou don’t want toknow.
I feel so dead, empty and gone.
