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    i cant find my direction, the pain is to great again i allowed myself to feel for someone who doesn't want me.
    what is wrong with me?
    why do they like me for a minute and disregard me after?
    why do i allow someone close and in my heart to only be played for the fool?
    i am furious for things that i allow to happen, and for the people that i allow in, who never want me. never desire to stay with me. never want to love me.
    i do not wish to shed another tear for the pain i feel, but i cant stop.
    i believed for so long that i was a good person. now i want nothing to do with it. now i hate love. i hate her thought, i hate the way she feels, i hate the way she embraces me and only toys with my emotions.
    stop sending people for me to love if none are ever going to love me back. stop hating me so much, i never did anything to hurt you.
    i cherished you for all that you were, all that you represented and all that i believed you could do. i no longer what to know your name, if i cant breathe when you are not near me.
    i no longer wish to smile, when the only time i feel good is because i see you.
    i don't care where my life leads me, if it doesn't include you.
    you became the ray of light that guided my heart to you. now, i only see darkness and i am lost
    i look at the sky and i think of you, but now my eyes are closed and i can't see anything.
    i never meant to start feeling anything for you, but it just happened and i need to walk away
    as lost as i am, and as confused as i will be, i believed that it would have really been nice to love you.
    i am just so sorry that i was never what you wanted. so its better that i leave you before i fall deeper.
    i am lost without you. i don't know which way is up or down, i just know i am sad that i fell in love with an angel who never wanted to be loved by me.
    good bye.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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