Isn't it funny how the second i made this account and got myself to post a peom, my poems where nowhere to be found? I find the irony in that to be a seldom cruelty. I feel this deep and utter hatred toward myself for losing all of the poems I've poured my fragile heart into, but i feel a need for remorse towards whomever was the one that disposed of them - if indeed they were disposed, opposed to...