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I wonder why people can be so cruel,
To others who love them so much.
They work all day just to be called a fool,
But take it so well, as if only a touch.
But you and I know,
She feels it below,
Inside her heart,
When you just begin to start.
Canít you begin to understand,
And just take her hand?
You know youíve always loved her,
So find some way to show her,
You really care and always will,
Until the end of time.

(My little aftermath: I wrote this poem, which certainly isn't very good, when a friend of mine, Susie, was having issues with depression. Her parents were fighting and of the way towards a divroce, and her father was making it worse for her, yelling at her for any little mistake she made and every flaw about her. I hope it made her feel better.)

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The following comments are for "Untitled"
by eanamb

I liked this poem. Sure the rhythm is a little disjointed, but the piece as a whole has got a really strong feel to it, with plenty of emotion.
The note at the end helps to understand the poem too. I'm glad you included it.

( Posted by: Spudley [Member] On: December 31, 2002 )

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