Broken Window

by Blackrosesavvi   Jun 15, 2007


Hard to see through something thats broken. Smashed to an almost non-existence. The window, a looking glass into your life, dreams, thoughts, and fears. If gone how will you find peace with your dark shoulder and how will you know where to find the answers to your problems? Before not all but some, ow can never be answered because you base your whole life so dependent on one thing that you can not show for your self, now left empty.

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