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Every ounce that I give,

nothing comes back.

Selfishness is just like plaque.

It eats away on the good stuff

making it rough.

I am not believing this.

What has went amiss?

Lack of thought at such a time

has really blown my mind.

Never would have thought

things would come to naught.

Nothing prepared me for this,

or what I would miss.

I am tormented within my soul.

It feels as if there is a deep hole.

What a grinded down and dirty thing,

could this bring.

What does it all mean?

How does the heart repair itself?

And what does a broken heart

do to ones health?

A state of mind

is an important thing,

and thusly so,

before the sting,

and all it brings.

Shadow light above my bed.

Thoughts of you are in my head.

Tagged to wait,

but there must be hate,

that runs through your veins,

or am I insane?

I feel shame,

though I don’t know why,

for I am just a dame.

I am feeble in thought

described as lame,

but if you ask me

it is all the same.

I long for you to tell me

what it is I long to hear

and that is why

I have the fear

that can be so severe.

Fair? It is not.

Beautiful? I think not.

Smart?  I know not.