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The reason I try so strenuously Is waiting at the end of this tunnel Relief and Accomplishment is there. To embrace me in their arms. To take me to cloud nine. To forever fill my heart with joy.
She was keen, smart and witty Uniquely created and exerted to be educated She outwardly appeared to be timid With a small esteem lacking of self Not good enough, not ever
Morning and the inevitable sigh A constant reminder of life So bright in the eyes Yet so empty from within
It is twilight here, It always is, In this room with no one but me. Light dimly fades through windows and tattered curtains I lay here In the corner of this small rustic room