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The time this poem is readI'm huddled in my bedHugging a cold hard pillowAnother sob story, I knowEveryone I know is surely outHaving lots of fun, no doubtMe? I'm stuck in my little roomCounting away till it's night soonThe time you reach this partI'm walking to a mini martI'll get myself lots of candyAnd have myself a pity partyIt's okay to be lonely, right?It's not a thing to always fightAt least I hope it is not badI don't have to feel all that sadThe t…

If these cursed hands of mineCould hold something so fine,So beautiful and lovely as she is,I'd hold on forever, my morning breeze.If only these hands didn't shiver,If I'd have been much braver,I'd reach out for just a touchThe slightest from her, nothing much.If only whatever I holdDidn't slip like melted goldOr like grains of dry sandsThrough my tiny, little handsI would ask her for her heart.But I have no idea how to start.These hands would surely failTo care for and…