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Reaching Out
My pain is intense
Simmering at boiling boint
Until reaching the degree
Of no return
I wait in the wings
Paitiently for the play
To start it's toll
And final climax
If only I could control
The strings of the
Players the verses
And lines
My life would be better
But I can't reach any
Of them, they are too
Far from my grasp.
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