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    Is this poem sad? Or okay? What do you think of it?

    Is letting go to much to ask of you? Its hard to know which way to go. Everything is pulling you apart limb by limb. Hardly understanding to walk, barley able to smile. Life seems hopeless, and no faith is left. Nothing passes your eyes, You can't even fake a smile. Noises become loud echos...
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