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ilness makes us weak like a lil puppy im here n all meak no comfort no remorse,.,. no distractions to steer you off course i have nothin you want nothin you need all despair.. all distraught just lied down n bleed but i recover i go on i stay away for more n more long i dont wnat to.,., it's so hard the more i think the deeper the shard dont like that from your heart my all emotions dispelled i know why you hate me as i felt all this angst n hurt.,., my ripped out bleeding heart took one last stand,.,. to angrily feelings,..,.,revert when im donw n low my heart one place does go back to you back to you the one whos softnesss.,.,.,.,(leaves it here) ive written a million poems..,., a milllion squillion rhymes,.,. if only id made an effort.,., to jot them down at times.,,. id have made the world cry.,., let them veiw perspectives.,., thru this eye,.., the'yd have thanked there lucky stars n gone,,.., 'there for the Grace of God.,.,., Go I,.,.,.' i'll think of you at christmas hope its for better not for worse but as they sing that song.,.,auld lang syne once and for ever ,..,.,(hears you go Hip -Hip -Ho RarRrRr) our final verse,.,.,