Untitled Poem by Victoria Morehouse
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Like the air you take
You don’t know its there
And the empty chair that is fake
You don’t care
I scream to you
Nobody makes a move
They act like they have things to do
I don’t move
I sit and cry
Nobody seems to notice
As I wish to die
What if I did die
Would anybody cry
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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