“I look upon you for relief,
I look to you for my comfort,
In you I find none,
In you I find neither,
And I huddle, and I hold my knees together,
In the corner I hide,
I weep at worthless,
Crying tears of evanescent,
It is then I realize there is no use in crying over spilled blood.”
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Written November 22nd, 2005
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thats a cool poem. i really like it
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