This heart screams and yells in pain,
For that someone to take it in,
It knows who that someone is,
And knows it cannot be his.
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Still it screams and yells in pain,
Till someday it will be taken in,
It knows that will not be him,
But still it sits and waits for him.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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