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Tuesday, August 24, 2004


No Title Poem....again
Where is home,
When you've been left behind,
Why search,
When there's nothing to find,
You've been neglected, forgotten,
You're as good as dead,
Feeling useless, and rotten,
So you cry instead,
Tears flow like a stream,
While battling your inner demons,
Bottled up with hatred, you scream,
They turned their backs on you,
How could they? How dare they?
Similar to an old toy,
You've been thrown away,
but it doesn't matter,
Nothing matter's anymore,
You'll just forget about them,
As you head out the door.

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