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by Kelsie Aug 8, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I wonder why, why it is, it happens to always be like this. It saddens me, it makes me cry, that is when I ask, why? I don't understand, how it works, in my mind, this problem still lurks. It haunts my mind, day and night. I ask again one more time...why? votevotevotevote...!!
by dylyshus~(^_*)~
this is why words exist... nice poem...