Thomas Vincent Anthony Stone Kurzdorfer
Value - Poem by Thomas Vincent Anthony Stone Kurzdorfer
I am pain.
I am misery.
I am sorrow.
I have been this way
and will be still
I cannot begin to tell you
how sad it is to lose value,
cause of pain, misery and sorrow.
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