Is anyone there?
Do they even care?
Can you hear my crys?
Can you hear my pleas?
I'm trapped in life.
I just want to escape.
Back to when things were right.
Back to when people didn't fight.
Over everything.
Over every little detail.
Can you even understand?
Can you even comprehend?
Do you even noticed that these questions.
They always go un-answered.
Is anyone there?
Do they even care?
Can you hear my crys?
Can you hear my pleas?
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Meh Poetry.
Three rules.
One: Read my Poetry
Two:Comment and Vote
Three:Or Go Away
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