To many times have I sat on my own,
To many lives have I watch pass me by.
To many songs left unsung,
And to many lives that have come undone.
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I find myself trying to like your poem, yet it lacks that finishing touch... It is so very close to perfection, yet just lacks that touch of perfection... Very nice try, keep them coming...