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This poem is by one of my friends, and it is also one of the peoms in our book, so tell me what you think and I will tell her.

Somewhere in this mind, in this head, some where is concieving, the thoughts of the hutr, and the hopeless. The burning time, burning stead, burning your preceving, of the hurt, and the hopeless.

Another door in the world, in the wake. Another door is closing, closing for all the hurt, and the hopeless. The dieing soul, dieing sake, dieing in attempting, of the hurt and the hopeless.

Realize that the people, of the hurt and the hopeless, where once whole, and fearless. Perhaps it is the more to lose, allows the more to fall and those who've fallen, have lost it all. To lose it all, leaves you as, one of the hurt and the hopeless.