Spindles of trouble,
vials of pain
the sick twisted madness
that drove me insane
a big cup of nothing
a challis of despair
the green-eyed monster
that pretends not to care.
A trunk full of envy
a tablespoon of guilt
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Sunny, I love this poem. It really defines the way people look at you at times. Just remember, we are who we are today and the past doesn't define the person we are, it just makes us stronger and who we have become. We aren't the same as what we were in the past. We are stronger and smarter than the others who put us down!
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