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Blondie Member
since 1999-08-06
Posts 307Ohio 
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I try to speak here and share my life But nothing seems to ever come out. This problem is causing hate and strife, which fills me with these thoughts of doubt. Each night I sense the room get cold I curl up in a ball thinking of the day. My life full of scold and so uncontrolled My heart crying throughout the dismay. Oh, do you even notice me when I cry, when these tears flow down my cheeks. The minutes and hours seem to fly by I think of all your lists of past critiques. I think of all the things you called me even when they were all so wrong. Why don't you ever seem to see these words don't make me strong. This next time you make a remark I'll try just to hide behind my choice. Then I'll crawl into my bed in the dark and say my prayers in my small voice. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
 Thanks for sharing this this Blondie, I feel quite sad now. Come and hide with us. |
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Blondie Member
since 1999-08-06
Posts 307Ohio |
sorry I know I've been kind of down and out lately, sorry to depress you. |
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Sue Member
since 1999-08-04
Posts 383France |
There are a lot of poeple who know how to criticise, but "Well done" doesn't seem to belong to their vocabulary. And they can't feel the hurt they cause. This poem deserves a loud "WELL DONE, BLONDIE" |
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