PoeticHouse - Il Portale dei Poeti e della Poesia
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Pubblicata il 11/08/2001
The hole in my soul is growing,
Of the times forgotten and not,
knowing.
Names unimportant and feelings,
in a wrong time.
Learning to love with my heart,
and to feel with my mind.
The disease is growing
deep under my skin.
The killing of my soul within.
Oh Help me Lord and be my
savior.
Don't judge me by my past
behavior.
Save me from the lonely deep,
for I'm too young to fall asleep.

Tonia Baker
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