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Jan 2014 · 753
Plight of an Emotional Poet
Someone Jan 2014
Unbeknownst to them,
Who speak with words of folly
I writhe and employ strength
Where they often squally

I struggle and I break,
Quiet and alone
As I do suffer for my sake;
Oh, how I do bemoan

They shall observe, surely stern
With not same, but similar, eyes
That quite mock, and quite discern
My sadness from their like

Frustration abound, lamps none alight
I cannot speak, but listen; and write

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