Posted on Apr 7, 2014



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We’re each alone even when
surrounding by others we love

Never sure where we’re headed
Nothing fitting like a glove

A bite of the apple
we want to take

But rotten to the core
and we feel much too late

Still though we dream
in our thoughts alone

whether out with friends
or amongst others at home

Just remember that apple
for not all is bad to the core

Remember who you are
and what it is you fight for

Posted in: Poetry