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Psyche
by Elayne
I sit all alone in the midst of
the crowd;
They twist and turn with noises not loud.
Books and writings around me I find!
Then why does not one take the path to my mind?
My usual self loves these poems
and art,
But today none have means to get into my heart!
I sit here and stare at my classmates in vain;
Wishing for sunshine, knowing the rain.
Can no one show me the thing I
must do,
My interest in life and myself to renew?
How will I know I’ve been given this gift,
Till it raise my morale and give me a lift!
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