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Saturday, May 1, 2010

poem stuffs

a lonely girl stands off to the side
she waits as the world passes her by
her eyes are screaming 
and inside she wishes she was dreaming
all these things she's persued 
are things she'd promise she'd never do
her lips cry for help  but no one sees her
and she feels there is no cure
she starts to crumble 
she trips and stumbles
she finally falls she stays down she'd had enough of it all
what does she do when shes all alone
and her heart turns to stone
battle wounds form across her arms
to her each one is like a charm
 all with a purpose and a meaning, her hearts speeding
she doesnt mind what she's done
because she's finally felt like she's won