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A poem I wrote while everyone I've ever know seemed to have better things to do than acknowledging my presence.....
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In this empty place I sit,
A wasteland full of sorrow.
Waiting for someone to arrive,
Just waiting for tomorrow.
Yet tomorrow never comes.
Today is still today.
It's possible I'll waste my life,
Sitting here this way.
I've waited far too long.
Will someone ever come?
The thought of you keeps me here.
Please come, my dear someone.
I'm so lonely on my own;
I'm waiting for a friend.
Here I'll wait forever,
Just waiting till the end.....