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Finding Something Gone


Sitting here all alone
Listening to her cry and moan.
Can I ever find out where it has went?
Like an angel, went out to be sent.

Until that one angel backstabbed me.
Finding out that it was acually free.
I found out where that one thing had gone.
Sleeping there like a gental swan.

You may not know what this poem meant.
But to let you know what it represents
to me.



Lame but it really does mean something. xp