David Wicks

Rookie (09/02/91 / Delnor)

Sometimes - Poem by David Wicks

When I feel like I'm nothing, I cry.
When I'm lonely, I wish I could die.
When you look at me, I realize I'm wasting my

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Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2008

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