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Jun 2014
Despair pierces me like a sword,
And tears are my comfort.

Time drags as I think about it.
Is there not a chance?

I can't help but feel like this;
Yet matters of the heart
Seem foreign to me.

I can't get it right.

Only time will tell-
Is my suffering a worthy cause?
Elaine M Smith
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Elaine M Smith  North Dakota
(North Dakota)   
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   Timothy
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