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Nov 2017
More or less
I think I'm just lost
Maybe just less
Further from what's best.

Who knows,
****, who can tell me.
You know what,
**** who can tell me!

I've been compared to that
And made to feel mad
Compared to tat
And made to feel sad.

But worse than that,
I've been left like
A dog end.
Only dogs want the end
And care to pretend.

Snubbed out,
Words unknown to me
Are dubbed now.

Only hope I learn
Tired of this burn
Extinguished I release my rage.  
Tired of this cage,
Tear away loss from my page.

But who knows?
Maybe another day-
I'll nurse my pain
Till the tears drain
And I may remain.

Remain. Sane.
Harry Roberts
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Harry Roberts  23/M/Between despair and joy
(23/M/Between despair and joy)   
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