I can write all this poetry;
but not a soul will listen;
to my words, that are written;
so the meaning goes empty;
and my mind is driven deeper;
into the arms of the crypt keeper;
it does not matter how many times;
I tell people what's wrong;
they are deaf to my words;
some even pretend that they care;
but that is just fiction;
all I want is for someone to listen;
and not leave me feeling it was a waste;
to tell them all this poem;
your eyes have just read!
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