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Miserable

Many times I've thought of him I can't get rid of the pain Sulking around until someone asks what's wrong Even my dog looks sympathetic Right to him I wish I could go Anyone could see my love for him Better off dead Love sucks when they don't love you back Everyday is miserable

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Brontë Morris

Date: 9/27/2009 7:26:00 AM

Haha, thanks for pointing that out. How come you don't agree with the ending? Just a little confused :)

Sue Mason

Date: 9/26/2009 7:40:00 PM

Acrostics are fun and you've done this one very well, Bronte even if I don't agree with your conclusion ... smile ... Your "B" line needs to change the word to "off" instead of "of" ... smile ... and then it will all be perfection. Every day here at PoetrySoup there are lots of new friends to be made ... smile ... glad you're here!