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		<title>My Sadness</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Louima Cunningham]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Issue 84 (November - December 2011)]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[It is as though my world is a blurI can&#8217;t seem to make things make senseNothing makes senseIt&#8217;s like a snow globeShaken and stirredIn comparison to the flakesEverything is disarrayMy mind is a messI toss and I turnI can&#8217;t sleepI can&#8217;t eatIt has been 3 days nowI feel lostI feel aloneThere are people aroundThere are [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It is as though my world is a blur<br />I can&#8217;t seem to make things make sense<br />Nothing makes sense<br />It&#8217;s like a snow globe<br />Shaken and stirred<br />In comparison to the flakes<br />Everything is disarray<br />My mind is a mess<br />I toss and I turn<br />I can&#8217;t sleep<br />I can&#8217;t eat<br />It has been 3 days now<br />I feel lost<br />I feel alone<br />There are people around<br />There are people home<br />Tears fall from my blue eyes<br />I can&#8217;t make them stop<br />They fall with a pin drop<br />I can&#8217;t recall when I last laughed<br />I hurt inside<br />I want it all to go away<br />The pain<br />The fear<br />The tears<br />I look in the mirror<br />What do I see<br />A shell of me<br />I see a little glimpse<br />Of who I once was<br />I see sadness<br />I don&#8217;t see the real me<br />Time to get ready<br />Can&#8217;t let the world see<br />Hide my sadness<br />Hide it with makeup<br />And false smiles<br />Be the pretty girl<br />The one everyone adores<br />Not the one you don&#8217;t share<br />Only some see her<br />This charade never ends<br />My love never dies <br />My tears I will hide<br />I must go outside<br />The world is waiting</p>
<p><em>Barbara Koerth is a freelance writer and has written published poetry and continues to do so. She lives in the Houston area with her husband and children. She is currently studying Psychology.</em></p>
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