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by madel

Published January 26, 2009

before you criticize this poem i just want to tell you that i don't even know why i have written this i just wrote this when i was at the mall waiting for my aunt to pick me up so go on say anything that you want........



million people come and go

their loud voices makes you think

they are intended to make your head blow


talking...chatting...laughing...whispering


there aint no time for loneliness and pain

happiness is the only thing you will see,

sadness?
for the meantime take those thoughts away..

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History repeats itself. First as tragedy, second as farce.
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