Confused

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    Confused

    I can't seem to find myself any more.
    Boy, what have you done to me.
    Look at the time, look at the day.
    Is it enough for you.
    Do you need my enegry to go on.
    Is my beauty strong enough for your taste.
    How real is your heart.
    How good is your love.
    At times i find myself going crazy.
    Can you keep me satisfy.
    Can you handle my freakyness.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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