Everyday she loses herself
In love stories and music
It is the only way she knows how to survive
Without them she would crumble under the
Pressure, the demands made by those
that don't know her.
She wonders if there is someone
Anyone out there that truly knows any of her.
What is the point of life if there is
No one to share it with
If there is no one willing to know her
Without repulsion, Without disgust
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The Past and Future Merged
PoetryThis is a collection of full and incomplete poems that I have written and will write. This is almost like a diary so there might be entries that are just me ranting or asking for advice. If anyone wants to use a poem just email me and I'll probably...
