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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.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Dying inside.

She sits on the counter,
Looks at herself in the mirror.
Only these eyes see the pain in her reflection.
Down the road not across.
Her life is hanging in your hands.
She holds on just for three simple words,
She wants to be yours.

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