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This was written in one of my harder moments.


Submitted:Sep 11, 2007    Reads: 137    Comments: 4    Likes: 0   


I am an untitled piece of art
I am beautiful, yes
But you can't tell your friends about me
Because I have no name,
No origin, no title
I am an unwritten song,
waiting to bring forth my talent
You want to hear me
But you can't because I have no words
No beat, no backround music
I am undone, unwanted, unloved
I am....Me





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