Misc poem 6 (fails)
My stomach churns, My mind burns, My heart aches, For no ones sake, The feeling of being one, My willpower done, A wish to be two, Never to be due, Perception failed, Face paled, A cold sweat falls, Thin veiled walls, A broken attempt, A deepening resent, A feel of inferiority, Having no priority, The soul is weak, No will to seek, Hope feels elusive, Not wanting to be possessive, Maybe being one is best, While always being a pest, Patience is a virtue, But time has past and a break is due, A ponder once again as I think deep, And lay upon my bed to try and sleep
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