Saturday, June 18, 2011


Torn into pieces, all scattered and used.
I came out alive, but I left black and blue.
This door is revolving, there's no end in sight
The answer is no, if you ask "are you alright?"
Ive given my all, I have none left to give.
Yet still walk away with nothing, no matter my fight.

One day, someone will love me and want to spend their life with me making each other day.

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