AloneA Poem by Poetic_JusticeThis was a time when no one care about me and when i was going though depression.
Dark and quiet it's called alone.
Wish I can throw the phone. Sit where I was comfortable. I am weird to the others. Different from the mothers. This place is not a clone. Dark and quiet, it's called alone. © 2014 Poetic_JusticeAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 9, 2014 Last Updated on June 9, 2014 AuthorPoetic_JusticeRiviera beach, FLAboutReally I am like an open book. As you read my stories and poems, you will know my story. Also, I am very shy and kind very caring, but once you get to know me I am like a big brother to you. more..Writing
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