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Tags: Pain, Love, Hurt, War, Death


Still fed up with being nice, haha.


Submitted:Sep 29, 2008    Reads: 136    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


No one was there,
When you were in despair.
Everyone lied,
Whil staring in your eyes.
They all fleed,
Left you to bleed.
When you cried,
They continued to deny.
No one came,
When you called their name.
When you were alone,
They left you to groan.
When you wanted to die,
They laughed and never cried.
But someone saw,
That you were more special than all.
She would do everything she could,
And she always would.
She was the one,
Who made you fill that you had won.
She cried for you,
But you took the abuse.
She asked in return,
For one thing of all.
But yet you hid in your little ball.
She asked for a thank you,
She asked for love,
But all she got,
Was a pool of her dripping blood...





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