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    ME

    My minds awash,
    with lost,
    hopes and dreams,
    never realized,
    because of me.

    drowning and burning,
    heart broken into
    wanting to crawl
    away and die,
    because of me.

    deep down and,
    flooded with despair,
    I seek what was mine
    but, unable to repair,
    because of me

    I ache and I hurt,
    ALL BECAUSE OF ME.

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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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