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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
~ 9:54 PM ~
How does it feel when
a knife just stabs you?
not including those times when that action
was repeated.
what was i to do?
i just let you sit there and continue?
is it me or you,
you turned me into something i'm not.
why me?
why now?
did you do this on purpose?
you chosen the correct time to
push people to their limits.
is this your true self or
you enjoy seeing inncoent people
like me,
getting hurt because of this?
you are supposed to be the one comforting me,
the one with that shoulder that i can lean on.
but now...
it seems like you just took it back,
you left everything,
taking away my memories,
leaving me in this dry vast parched desert.
you can tell me that you're sorry,
but no longer can i place my trust in you....
