A/N:I am very sorry to say that this poem doesn't make sense. I just had the urge all of a sudden to write something that sounded nice and also rhymed. Sat in front of my computer for ages wondering how I could make it also make sense. But you know what? I give up! Cause it's too frustrating! And I don't think I even finished it with a proper ending, or try to even make it look like it has an ending… oh well.

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THE poem:

I know that no one understands,
I know that no on sees,
I know that no one really cares,
But that's ok to me.

There's something deep within these eyes,
Of Prussian sorrows growing,
Within this mind,
Inner demise,
This fake broken disguise.

You don't see,
Like how I see,
Through dusty dirty glass,
You will hear,
What I won't hear,
The pleas and cries of fear,

Lightning strikes,
Through littered lies,
A storm is mixed and brewing,
I've cried too much,
You've seen too much
We've lost our wings to fly.

Eternity is certain,
If time does not exist,
Purity is broken
With the lies we all insist...
...etc

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I love you if you actually read that through... -.-"