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Poetry: Finding yourself

by Natalie Jones

Alone.

Why am i sitting here on my own,

feeling sad and all alone,

no one to hold,

no one to lend a hand,

people don't seem to understand.

I want to get out and have some fun,

i want to laugh, smile and run,

i wish someone would lend a hand,

i wish someone would understand.

Does he know who i am,

where can i find him,

is my life planned,

will he come very soon,

or am i forever doomed.

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