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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required HOLDING ONTO NOTHING I am feeling pretty strange, I am totally empty inside I’m asking myself just how long it is since I last cried I am; holding onto nothing, nothing holding onto me Still, waters that surround me; just will not let me be You have taken my happy, to fulfil your selfish needs Based on your lies; and, your selfish monetary greed I am looking at you; while you try to hide your deceit Thus playing your innocence on those that you greet I am not crying my loss, please understand me there Just the fact it was done so unjustly, and darn unfair Left me holding on to nothing, you really did not care Saw me as someone to pay for; all the hurt you bare I have no choice, but; to say how sorry, I feel for you That you have had to come into life; with such a view That anyone with a life; that it all only belongs to you To lack so much in self-worth, to make all others blue Just so you could have first place; in this life’s parade A round of applause, today you have made the grade But; whatever lesson I learnt; I never want to be you You lack such integrity, you rile me; in all that you do Counting your money; on my happiness, it be bound No real love there, just your feelings, of feeling grand Picking through your options; picking on me, to glean It fills up your pockets; with no hope, of coming clean Your jealousy has burned; the roads beneath my feet All because your shallowness, just could not compete I am holding onto nothing, but I will always have more Because it’s my choice only, as to place you on ignore My freedom will come; on the day, you close the door Holding onto nothing; with so much more, to explore Indiana Shaw . . .
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