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I sat on my bed and cried myself to sleep,
Then woke up to the screaming of the traffic in my mind,
A hand hit me today as it did everyday,
My tears fell as they did everyday as well,
My pillow still wet,
Never to be dry,
Until that faithful day they gave me shelter from the storm of my life,
Then picked me up and stood me straight and tall,
They support me and care for me,
So much I wish it had started this way,
Instead of only beginning in the end,
My foster family and my few true friends in life,
Always asking if they could help,
Is it true love I find on the streets?
Or is it just a fading hobby?
The people that embrace me never to stay by my side,
But I want the attention,
The so called love in life,
The stuff I can not define for myself,
Will I find a true man or women that will be mine forever?
Or will this little game I play stay for all time?
Right now I don’t know the real answers to these questions,
So puzzling and so very confusing,
Will my eyes ever stay dry?
Or will I forever cry?
By ~ Colette – dedicated to Nicole Wyatt
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