samantha mogridge Poems

The only one


You don’t know what its like for me,
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A Poem


Everyday I just sit there, in that chair,
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What would you do if you was me,
Stuck on the outside but wanting to set free,
Sleeping on newspapers, sleeping on books,
Hurtful jibes, dirty looks,
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Death

You were my world, everything I had,
Now you’re gone, I feel so sad,
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The only one


You don’t know what its like for me,
...