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Category: Writing and Poetry
Sometimes I feel like an ogre, strong, rough and fierce
reach out to so many people, but they all just run in fear
I live my life, keep hoping, that some of them will hear
the gentle words of solitude, that I whisper into ears
though the days keep passing, and time is running short
I feel there is no bandage, that can heal this ugly wart
the feeling of love has left me, and I am all alone
but time keeps on ticking, tormenting like sawing bone
All I dream is righteousness, of castles in the sky
but when I found my princess, she smiled and passed me by
so here I sit alone, in my fortress made of steel
with no one here to listen, are my feelings even real
4:52 PM
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