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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 10:19 pm
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No matter what you say, I wrote this poem with my heart due to some life problems.... so dont even bother trying to tell me "this is s**t". get it? got it? good.
I'm there again, a crimson knife in my hand, regret staining the rug at my feet, repeat, repeat.
She told me I was abused, But I didn't believe her. She said I wa sbeing used, Infact I called her a liar.
Now I see, That we can not be, With out you hurting, My heart and me.
Repeat Repeat.
You told me that you loved me, You said you would never let go, And I always said the same, Because back then I didnt't know.
I didn't realize that you didn't mean a single ******** word you ever said.
So I'm sorry I'm not perfect, I'm sorry that I cry, I'm sorry I'm not pretty I'm sorry I can't just die.
But you're not worth it, no longer will I take it, No longer will I take your lies Because you are nothing in my eyes.
Repeat! Repeat!
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 11:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 6:37 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 3:17 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 1:57 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2007 8:39 am
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