I sit
in this hollow pit,
Their eyes I would not meet.
They'd ask me,
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You can't expect to know how to do everything... keep writing, it's almost like learning how to speak all over again... and you will learn your heart. You've displayed the frustration well in this poem, I hope you understand yourself and what keeps you sad. All the best, Lee
I've always wanted to meet a psychopathic nymphomaniac. Have I?