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	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Growing Weak \| Never Ending \| Useless \| Greed \| No Name \| You \| Faded \| Life \| Hell \| Nothing \| Sound of Sorrow \| Dreaming of Pain \| Alone \| Insight \| Solution \| The Key \| Watchful Eyes \| Split \| Together As One \| Untitled Untitled why must it change, why does your back turn from me when I need you the most? is everything different now, am I not the same? my heart cries bloody tears of a dream thats not there. feelings are repetitive, as are the words used to describe them, something new is what I wanted from you, but thats a falsehood that has no meaning.