who am i, who am i
who is that i see
tell me please, tell me please
is that really me
this face, these hands, this heart
this body is tearing me apart
i write and write
with no end in sight
why do i, why do i
keep telling myself to try...
oh please,
let these memories
of you, cease
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absolutely awesome poet
so I suggest reading some of her works
^_^
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Poetry" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act...
