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Post by xxrebel86xx on Mar 1, 2006 19:19:46 GMT -6
You don't get it anymore, I've got enough problems, And yet I'm weighed down. I've got the whole word on my shoulders, And I've got people around me, That don't even matter. What do you want from me? To answer you questions? To be there for you whenever it's right? I think not. I've got enough stress against me, And you may not see it now, But later in life, You just might see, The hidden me.
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Post by Laura on Mar 2, 2006 17:31:12 GMT -6
Remember to reread it because there are a couple of spelling errors (missing letters to be precise) ... but that's not really important, it's just easier for the reader when there are no mistakes.
I don't really get this poem, to be honest. It's basically just a question over a question over a question ... nothing really struck out for me or forced me to think. Keep at it though
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