Anonymous
(poems go here) Someone called,
but I didn’t answer.
A cry of help, and
still, I didn’t bother.
Why is it me
That people try ask?
For support on even
the hardest task.
Sometime in life,
maybe today, maybe tomorrow,
I will not be remembered,
except in sorrow.
People should really
stop being pious,
for I will be known as
Anonymous.
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