my pain

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    my pain
    she yelled at me and change me
    the look on her face as she glance at me
    she is a sham
    how long will i endur her
    so I run and run to bring her flowers
    but they are not enough
    she is still angry
    she will never be happy
    she do not care if i am unhappy
    that is her choice that is her power
    she has made her pain my pain.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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