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By Chris Trottier
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2014 with permission of the Author.
Each night I find myself sitting against the tree,
Hating myself, locking my heart and throwing away the key,
I sit there and wait, just hoping for the someone who may care.
No one ever comes, nor will they, I am aware.
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