Jimmy's poem number one
God has a sense of humor because I'm still here.
I don't deserve to die, I deserve this fear.
Transform myself from this wretched frame.
Compose my soul from the lame.
Fell through the floor of society's plate.
Accepting the horror, the filth, my fate.
....Happy Valentine's Day!
(This one is about how low we sometimes feel on the inside, but hide it for the sake of others eventhough we want to scream at them.)
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