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~*~I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself became the wounded person~*~
I haven't written in a long time, so bare with me.. :-)
Where have I come to?
What is this dark place...
Look at the girl standing alone,
Her beauty radiates even through the darkest of...
Very bitter, but still warm,
The tears roll down her cheek...
I stand below the darkened sky,
The stars stare at me with anger...
The cries of my shattered heart
The voices inside my head...
Your love is the eternal flame within me
Burning me tenderly with passion...
I try to put out the fire inside
With my very own tears
But they're not enough to drown
The pain devouring me throughout the years
-Written by me :-)
~*~I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person~*~
By: Walt Whitman
~*~I Remember Who Forgets Me .. And I Forget Who Remembers Me~*~