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Sleep there on my pillow
Like the innocent you are.
I carry my guilt with me

You look at me, I look away.
You can't see the pain I hide.
Torn apart and ripped wide open.
I close my eyes and think too hard.
Doesn't matter.
You cannot love me
This will break. When I hold you to me
I feel so much.
I turn to you and smile, the tears
Behind my eyes.
I fall into you and all that surrounds
Me. I behold what we've done and I
Am at loss for words.

In madness,twisting chaos, fallen life
We can never belong to each other and
Knowing that, we carried on.
And I realize this is all in vain
And in panic I reach out to you.
We're lost in this game
How did we get here

I didn't mind, Now I wonder
Why everything's grey



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On Wednesday May 11th, 2005, Kinkypoptart (766) writes:
the feeling of being torn sucks majorly. I know it well. Great write ~*~Tart~*~


On Thursday December 9th, 2004, An Expired Member (45) writes:
i think you somehow know me and my life...lol...this was absouletly amazing!


On Thursday December 9th, 2004, StAinedNblood (43) writes:
this is very sad, but writing very well


On Thursday December 9th, 2004, Valentine (509) writes:
"I didn't mind, Now I wonder Why everything's grey". A sadenning write, frail as the bones of the moon . . well written.



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