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[rbstinger]

Don't want to, though I must
Hurt someone I will
Feels like sorrow
Makes me think
Though I hate this
I love it to
Stepping forward
Falling back farther
Working for so little
I must find that title
The one that makes things so fine
Right now I hunger
Food I seek
Don't ask me what this poem is about
Because I don't want to explain
And explain it won'

Comments

[missclaudia]

I am hungry too.

[shelby_girl]

that's so sad.