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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.


Loved as only I know


There is nothing we can hold onto forever

like sand always falling through your hands

maybe a small grain of truth I can hold onto…?

But most I simply fail to understand.

Relationships always troubled and concerned me

trying to live up to whatever image is seen?

never sure who I was or who I was meant to be…

but I was always a troubled soul underneath.

Love always seemed to baffle and confused me

It felt so easy to want and need another soul

but the love I believed now know was only ambition

to be loved in a way that I know.

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