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By Jacki •

I can't even write the words just won't come. My life is a lie a tangled, dirty mess. My mind is filled, but nothing is filling it. I wanna cry but the tears won't come either. I try to think of something positive something good but nothing comes to mind You say I've had a 12 course meal? I'm sorry I disappointed you I didn't try but that just comes easily to a screw up like me

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November 12, 2006 12:27 *****Junior Walker*****

Good poem,is that supposed 2 be the title?