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Dedication (Other) by MissUnderstood

Your words they sting, the cut I feel, the poisoned blade of hardend steel rips right through my heart and soul; Tears me up and leaves me raw. I taste your anger, feel your pain, your hurt and sorrow is my shame. What I've done I know won't mend the shredded remains of a treasured friend.

nentwined 4-Oct-06/6:25 PM
simple, but, er, trite. You've got a flow, I'll give you that, though the yoda speak is ... twisted.

Are you killing yourself? If not, what have you done to mend the shredded remains of a treasured friend? At least, the way you've phrased it, you're implying you've done something _towards_ mending things.




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