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A poem

Posted by toronto1974 on August 12, 2012, at 18:21:08

Something's missing, something's lost

as each day passes I lose hope

That's there's no end to my rope

and wonder at what was the cost

Of the sacrifice of my true self

To win the impossible approval of all

Losing all the qualities that made me who I am.




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