Friday, December 13, 2013


I would someday,
Want tears of joy.
Numb and hurt,
I've been a toy.

I would someday,
Want love and care.
Years have gone by,
With too much to bear.

I've wished, I've prayed,
For a ray of hope.
To guide me through,
To help me cope.

Ironically I write,
These lines today,
The day I chose,

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