IT JUST ME..... I THINK

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    IT JUST ME..... I THINK

    i wish there is a way
    to help my sorrow day
    nothing help me in my pass
    nothing will never lass

    hope and my mind
    feeling are hard to find
    nothing but anger in this beast
    the love and hope it a feast

    i will never be love again
    my mind is never put to use to the end
    scream the soul that is crying out
    last but start of the love trend

    three with one
    two with none
    love never come
    but there is some

    i guess my mind never be found
    i guess my mind is my temple of mound
    i am silent to the end
    but when the world starts i trend

    i don't want to be lonely any more
    i guess my life will be torn
    i hate everything in life
    nothing to shabby to make a beautiful wife

    i guess i will never be
    the same person you have see
    never guess what in my head
    nothin but darkness and dead

    i have lost everything mean to me
    nothing will ever be the same to thee
    come join my dark side
    this person has no interrupted slide

    i want to be unconfuse
    but one day i be the fuse
    i hope and cry that some day be mine
    the love i love so long is mighty fine

    god never help me
    satan never control me
    cupid is nothing to see
    but just love i feel thee

    i cry everyday
    when i am not with this person in days
    i want to have a family some day
    come and cry with me in many ways

    pain i am use to see
    and pain i am use to feed
    i get my strength from blood
    but at once i never been done

    i feed and feed on those who fear me
    i feed and feed on those who hate me
    feed and feed never stop those who likes
    feed and feed never stop those who strikes

    i guess my feelings are a mess
    but some point in life i never guess what is best

    IT JUST ME.... I THINK IT BEST

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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