Reflections of my soul
A collection of poems written by Candace L. Smith
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
This Thing
This thing is unavailable to me right now for whatever reason.
I am not wanted by this thing.
This thing does not welcome me.
So why don’t I give up on this thing?
I guess because I cannot live without this thing.
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