Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
I speak but I am not heard.   I write but I am not read.   I wave but I am not seen.   I walk but I have not moved.   I try but it does no...
Horse, is just another name for Loneliness, for Heroine.   People, are just another name for the poisonous Drugs I surround myself with.  ...
The truth to be told, behold, is, I'd love you until I was old.   Wish my heart was damn cold, but my heart is too bold, to love, you any...
Jerry, Berry, and Perry were the best of friends, Cherry the dog helped them stick together, At times of trouble.   The Grand Trio, -And...
If I was worth some sick piece of this world, Why am I here to taint other people, Can you please tell me what. I can do to be not me?  ...

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