I’ve sat here and I have cried a river --
The pain I carry -- it does not subside:
It’s almost midnight -- coldness does quiver --
Please load my pain away on Pisces’s tide.
It’s ironic, the pain is in my heart --
I hug and love -- but never get a break;
Some days I wish that I could just depart --
But ev’ry day, I do always awake.
I take my fruit loops, scream those flowing tears --
What is my future holding there for me?
For forty-five years, I have faced my fears --
I know my mortality is a lease.
And then my angels’ messages arrive --
Your poetry penned here keeps you alive!
Gregg has now left the building!
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*+~Annie~+* 
Dee
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