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Archive - Jan 15, 2010
January 15, 2010
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Youth Poetry
by Anonymous
I can't speak
I can't feel
Feel upset
Makes me unable to speak.
I drink
Tea; it keeps me warm
Booze; it numbs my pain.
Pain
I feel it every day
Temptation
Deadly sins
I want to...
I can't
I must stay focused
I must drink more tea
Keeps me warm.