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Alone
I wrote this poem a long time ago. I think after the first time I dumped Greg.
In my time of loneliness,
I need a friend,
But no one reaches out their hand for me to hold.
Now I stand here,
Still alone in the cold.
I cry,
But no one can tell.
For the rain has masked my tears.
And in the darkness,
Echo's all my fears
Wishing I could change my past,
And make a better future,
But wishes are for fools.
They never come true for someone who breaks all the rules.
Who never does anything right.
I think, like Tyson
I've lost this fight.
