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I really wanted this to be my last poem
But it seems I'm doomed to write
I really thought I could smile again
I thought you'd show me the light

I really wanted to stop
So bad I'm crying
The world is so cruel to me
I'm doomed to suffer the never ending verses of my own thoughts

Their cruel beauty calls out to me
I want nothing more then to capture it
"I'll show the world" I promised
"Show them the beauty of my soul"

I wanted so very badly for this to be the last...
So badly... you can't posably understand
I write to vent
I write to keep control...

I'm doomed it seems...
My world's nothing but words waitting to be used
Words like Love, Happiness, and Peace continue to run from me
My world is Lonely, Depressing, and Shameful

I want to stop!
I want to live a life I made
Not forged with writting
I really wanted this to be the last one...
Sadly it was not so...