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by Stephanie   Dec 18, 2006


I question my existence
My meaning
I question the “Real World”
And why I’m not there
Sometimes my heart bleeds
And I cry
I question if true love really exists
Or just meant for fairy tales. I realize that life consists,
Not in holding good cards
But playing those you hold, well.

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  • 17 years ago

    by geeeeee

    Awesome poem = ] I liked this one. I think in life we will all come to a point in which we will question things.
    xxBonniexx

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