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Wednesday, March 02, 2005 Ghost a poem by gab caraon Many times I walk this world Pretending that I am fine I grin, I smile, and I even laugh I know this is a lie... Deep inside my blissful self Lies a broken soul And with it brings the broken soul A weeping heart of rot. It yearns to cry for it might die Of hunger for affection But I held back, I must not show These tears caused by rejection. But still my anguish slowly kills My faith that love would come So I put on my masquerade And continue to feign beatitude. |
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