The Real Me

The Real Me

A Poem by Kurt Stroebel

My body is just a shell holding the real me inside

The real me longs for and lives for only one

Though my body may appear to have not yet died

Inside me you will find that my life is done.

© 2008 Kurt Stroebel


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well that is just so sad...well written, but sad...

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on November 11, 2008

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Kurt Stroebel
Kurt Stroebel

Salem, OR



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Have you ever wanted something so much that you can feel the desire right down to the marrow in your bones? Have you ever felt something was so right that nothing could shake it's foundation? And th.. more..

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