Poetry writing hard as it is, needing support but not getting much. Hard to impress those you don't know, but what happens when friends act the same. Am I no good? Is that what it is? Fooling myself don't see the support. Poetry writing or writing at all, genre perhaps Annie don't know. All Annie knows is she doesn't know, No one likes it and she cries in pain.

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