We hang on to memories that hurt us
We love to get what we can't have
We seek attention from folks that don't care about us
We want to be loved
But we run to those that use us
We want to feel special and valued
We clique with those that look down on us
Our journey on earth is thus;
We are human, mystery beings on time's hem
Created for value and for love
Encrypted with the desire to desire.
As you go
Love yourself and glow
And everything you need to grow
Before your face twill all blow.
Chryss
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