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Tuesday, March 22, 2005


Poem #4
Her heart is the treasure that I cannot seem to grasp. It is as cold as a machines interior and it will never accept me for who I am. But she cannot see the true person that is in front of her that really cares for what she is the darkness has consumed her heart. She has shut out everyone around her. No one can save her from her cave of darkness that she has lost herself in. She will be forever lost in herself never to find love. True depresion.
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