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by Patrick Dec 22, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
The cold winter blows, Cold mist in the dusty snow, I travel through trees have no family. I have my own story, but no one knows it, i want to show it, people just tell me to shut it. My mind is shallow, my heart is not, there isn't ever a person a person i hate a lot. As the time passes, my life melts away, no one ever knew me, no one ever will, will truly know me.
by Lady Nik
Great poem keep it up Shanik