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I know not where it is, I should turn
As thoughts inside, begin to churn
An acid, meant to truly burn
A helpless moment, of which I yearn
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To cast away, the thoughtless words
From a hateful voice, it’s so absurd
To know that I’m not really heard
My patience, buried, now interred
*
Into hopelessness, I need to fight
To end this horrid, dreadful plight
That I endure, both day and night
For where there seems, no end in sight
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Alone with your struggles and alone with ignorance and thoughtlessness… no support from anyone. A terrible place to be. I hope I got it right but if not perhaps I only read it that way because I have been there…
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You most certainly did. And yes, a very terrible place to be 😦
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I can relate to that so well!
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Sadly, many of us can. But there’s always hope for tomorrow 🙂
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For sure! And I can relate to that even stronger!!
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Again, truly Splendid!
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Thank you very much, Dorna! 🙂
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Love it!
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Thank you very much, Sofia! 😊
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