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Mistaken

Member since 2002 · Posted 8 Jul 2002 · 2 comments

So weak and vulnerable She seems to be Until she speaks Then her words cut glass Shattering lives Is her hobby Maybe then she won't be alone With her life in pieces The love of someone Seems impossible When her whole life was only hate Wasting time with dreams of happiness

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[n/a] deleted user 15-Jul-02/4:39 AM Reply
I could almost swear that we know each other, and that you are writting about me LOL
[10] Hallmark 9-May-05/5:33 PM Reply
Poo also!