Ask for Help: Part 2, by jwhwz
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Some of us;
May wander this Earth;
And feel like our purpose;
Is to give birth.
But, not everyone is meant;
To have the same story;
If that were true;
There would be no glory.
One is not supposed to get along;
With every other soul;
But, one can choose to try to fill up;
An empty hole.
So, don't be afraid;
To ask for aid;
If one doesn't fade;
One has a chance to have it made. |
Posted: 2011-11-07 22:47:05 UTC |
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