yc

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Monday, March 05, 2007

sentence of my heart to death


fickle minded,
trembling heart.
ache of feelings,
torture of soul.
grin of satisfaction,
thought of commitment.
negligance implemented,
lonely is my spirit.
tears roll profusely,
i sleep soundly.
today i have sinned,
for breaking his heart.
tomorrow i'm stabbed,from words behind.
wat a game,wat an experience.
every blink my eyes take,every breath i took..
keep me going,keep me confusing.


yc

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