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Stephen

By Renokhan

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Sorrow kept but unexpressed Selfless judgment, past regrets Empathy too grand to stand Lost Lost lost in this land He's got sweetness, he's got sweat He's got sorrow, he's got shit Mismatch socks, deep deep thoughts Wrinkled hair and clothes in knots Dreams and cares that love not dare Writes of truth, gets back stares He's got pain, he can't explain He's got pity, he won't fit He's got time but he still quits He's got pain, he feels drained He has questions he can't exchange A daydreamer caught in thoughts his own A man who's fought to keep his throne A boy who's scared to be alone He has sorrow he has sweat He's got memories he's got shit Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 06:39 AM PST   0 • 10

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