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    <title>Poems</title>
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      <name>youknowyouloveme</name>
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    <id>http://tribes.tribe.net/poetshearts/thread/d46d4b35-d905-4ade-ad59-eb88c2d9e742</id>
    <updated>2006-02-09T23:57:14Z</updated>
    <published>2006-02-09T23:57:14Z</published>
    <summary type="html">&lt;div&gt; "What am I?"
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&lt;br/&gt;What am I?
&lt;br/&gt;I am a burden,
&lt;br/&gt;Loading you with depression,
&lt;br/&gt;Dragging us both down against our wills.
&lt;br/&gt;And yet you cling to me desperately,
&lt;br/&gt;Keeping our heads above the water,
&lt;br/&gt;A hope to my despair.
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&lt;br/&gt;What am I?
&lt;br/&gt;I am fickle,
&lt;br/&gt;Changing my ways and my mood,
&lt;br/&gt;Slipping into them like a dress,
&lt;br/&gt;And sometimes it's a tight fit.
&lt;br/&gt;But you're there, standing patiently
&lt;br/&gt;With a hanger at the ready,
&lt;br/&gt;In case you think that mood doesn't suit me.
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&lt;br/&gt;What am I?
&lt;br/&gt;I am young,
&lt;br/&gt;My naievete impairs my judgement,
&lt;br/&gt;And I make choices I wouldn't normally,
&lt;br/&gt;Leading myself astray.
&lt;br/&gt;But then I see the light of your lantern ahead of me,
&lt;br/&gt;And I find my way back to you,
&lt;br/&gt;And to sense.
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&lt;br/&gt;What am I?
&lt;br/&gt;I am me,
&lt;br/&gt;A writhing mass of self-loathing,
&lt;br/&gt;An insecure, rejection-phobe.
&lt;br/&gt;Lifting you up as I drag myself down,
&lt;br/&gt;Caring for you more than I care for myself.
&lt;br/&gt;And I see you standing up so high,
&lt;br/&gt;As you turn, you smile down at me,
&lt;br/&gt;And I find myself rising up to join you.
&lt;br/&gt;So I've finally realized what I am,
&lt;br/&gt;Both to myself,
&lt;br/&gt;And you.
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&lt;br/&gt;What am I?
&lt;br/&gt;I am yours. 
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&lt;br/&gt;Criticisms are inevitable. And tolerated. &lt;/div&gt;
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    <dc:creator>youknowyouloveme</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2006-02-09T23:57:14Z</dc:date>
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