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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required With the last strokes of night All the troubles of the day will faded from your mind Yet they will linger around me like smock The city of ruined grips me like the black death her self Yet their is no death to loo forward to Just a pillow beneath my head And the feelings swarm and rage in side this cage And rise to the point of raging but never seem to break free At times i want to brake down and cry tears of everything Yet it seems my eyes only get blurry When it rains i know its because the sky cry for me And i hate it The sympathy the clouds give me making me feel week I'm to week to weep With the stroke of midnight Cinderella will retreat to her cinder state I will retreat to a state of rage Yet no glass slipper will save me from the chimneys i must sweep So i hide in corners with my knees raised up If i hide maybe the rage cant seek A marko-pollow game i try not to pollow back Yet it seems in trying so hard to contain all the emotions in that cage I'm all full of head acks and hart acks Body acks that rattle my teeth And to try and not think of all that rages me I pick on all the thinks that me ugly In a hop to easy the pain The words of my past burned holes in my soul And i can not Crutch on you when you are crutched your self I must find the path out of my own turmoil by my self A dark and spidery rode i mast walk alone
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