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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 8:42 am
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I wrote a poem about how I feel. It's not really that good.
"HOME" They come to this "home" everyday. Always yelling, never caring. "How was your day, dear?" I'll never hear. What if they don't come back "home"? Yes, I will miss, miss the screaming, miss the dreading, of their return. What shall I do, where shall I go, when they don't come back? It won't be long, they're tiring of, my tears, my protests, my whines.. At best, they may still enjoy, when I come to apologize for my wrong doings. It will be always yelling, never caring, in this "Home".
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 2:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:46 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 11:36 pm
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