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I am encased with my own emotions.

I do no share them with anyone alive.

I deal with my problems and own commotions.

Because dealing with things is how you survive.



I let no one get close to me, because of things in the past.

Everyone I’ve known has broken my trust and lied.

Even their white lies, which ended up being surpassed,

Because they were covering up something bigger to hide.



I will not confide,

And I will not share,

Anything inside.

That’s how I take care.

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His parents are divorced and hate each others lives.

His mom takes it out on him because he resembles his dad.

The spitting image of her ex-husband is how she derives,

The nagging and put-downs that his looks are bad.



He doesn’t feel understood, and his self-esteem is not there.

He feels no one will love him since past relationships fell apart.

The only thing he can trust is that there will always be despair,

And at least that brings a little bit of promise to his heart.



He is a kind soul and wants nothing more than loves true affection.

He wants someone to trust and that doesn’t lie even to ease the truth.

He longs for someone to have a comprehensive and consoling connection,

While he could still be hopeful and in his youth.

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Then one day we spoke.

We were both very ambiguous.

With this, our insecurities broke,

And our fates became contiguous.



Soon we shared our problems, dreams, and goals.

He shared more than I had since I didn’t trust guys.

But apparently with me he felt that our souls,

Were meant to love with what he saw through his eyes.



I didn’t feel the same.

I couldn’t trust him. He was a guy.

But now I proclaim,

He is what I rely.

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He no longer feels solitary.

He no longer feels misunderstood.

No longer does he feel wary,

Of his looks or how he possibly could.



I no longer feel alone in my battles of cope.

I no longer feel there’s no one to trust.

He was the guy who gave me all hope,

That all aren’t interested in looks and lust.





Inspired by: My realization of how much Gerald and I have changed

Dedicated to: Gerald E. Lindberg

Created on: December 27, 2005