worth more

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I wrote this poem at a young age when i had been hurt by someone i loved. The poem is called precious and its stating the fact that people who feel they are useless and not worth loving are just too precious to be hurt.

Submitted: November 27, 2011

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She sits alone staring into space, dried tears are marked on her face, she sits there all alone no one to call family nowhere to call home.She has these thoughts, they keep playing on her mind, pieces from that puzzle that she just can't find. She tries to block them out she just wants to hide but of her past just plays on mind. No one to turn to nowhere to confide, just locking herself away counting down the time. She has these thoughts it makes her feel weak she wants to open up but cannot speak. The words want to come out just for ease but whose gonna listen whos gonna help her needs. Shes gettin upset shes getting restless, why does life hurt me im far too precious. x


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