An image

by gothic angel   Dec 30, 2005


Every single day
an image play
in her mind
it plays all the time
day and night
that image
just kepts
putting salt
on a wound
it stings and hurts
to be reminded
of the thing
she ruined

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  • 18 years ago

    by master of shadow

    Very good peice, your feelings wwrere weel expressed.

  • 18 years ago

    by why me

    That is good

  • 18 years ago

    by Neil

    I think its cute ur feelings wer fuly expressed nd i like it keep up

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