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Why? (good)

no one listens
no one cares
no one will hear me
no one shares

the pressure is building
the pressure is there
theres no release valve
i'll never again dare

now i can see
the pressure is down
the stress is released
and my life is found

i hear things drifferently
i see the worlds colors
everythings a mystery
and its all mine to understand

i write because i have to
i write because i can
i write because it feels good
and it saved life of this man

This poem was written by Artemis Fowl III on May 05, 2008.

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  1. the lover says:

    soo true
    saved the life of this girl as well
    funny what a few words can do
    when spoken true
    nice job
    ~lala~