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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Monday, January 26, 2009

The broken girl

This is the journey of her disaster,
All the pain she inflicted is karma.
The good and the bad,
The pain she felt, as she watched her life disappear
Grew stronger each day as she lost a friend here and there,
She struggled as she went on, day by day.
Lessons of disappointments, failures,
It's all that she's ever been.
A conniving little bitch,
Who wanted to be the best and destroyed those who got in her way.
Her heart tells a different story,
Loss of trust and a damaged soul channeled through anger
Loss of commitment and everlasting regrets,
It's the love that she will never have.
Her world is nothing more,
Through her eyes, she feels worthless.
She thought she was perfect; ideal even
But with reality, it crashed down on her.
She realized that's the way life is,
People leave- they always do.
She wondered why she had to fight so hard,
Then she understood: it was all because of you.

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