My Life in Poetry

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                              Pain:

Tears unchecked run down my face,

clear as a summer rain.

How can I ever learn my place,

whan no one ever sees my pain.

silent sob nobody sees,

What is it that hurts me so?

The pain of many memories,

The pain of all the things I know

The hand that strikes never touched,

Loving never hurts so much.

Suposed to love and nurture me,

Instead you stop, and from us flee.

None understand why I cry,

No one, not even, maybe I.

Pain missing your warm embrace,

Now I can't even see your face.

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