Empty rooms

by Adna   Feb 7, 2013


"Weary sadness ate at her soul
For all the lies she told
she paid the price
Innocence and happiness
she didnt know there worth

And for all those she hurt
She hurt herself the most

Tears she didnt dare cry
All weakness had to die
For maybe if she hurt herself first
When they hurt her

It wouldn't be the worst"

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