The End

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    The End

    Hate my life,
     should just end it all
     no one would care.
    No one would miss me
     as it seems to be
     so just end it all
     no one would care.
    Always getting uelled at
     for everything you do
     so just end it all
     no one would care.
    Life has no meaning
     just has an ending
     no beginning to go on
    So just end it all
     no one would care
    I never do anything right
     always wrong
     never goes good
     tomorrow always gone
    Just end it all
     No one would care
     to see me here
     so tomorrow I'm gone.


    written by: Julie Soisson
    date: 08-14-06

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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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