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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, September 13, 2009

Don't.

I thought I knew you.
I thought I knew the truth
Used to be able to tell when you lie
Knew when you weren't okay and about to cry
Thoughts of your smiles and the way you looked
Nothing left but broken piles of memories
Never thought I'd see the day where I just don't care
Truth is, you took all that I had to bare
You say you know me
But you really don't even know me at all
You've finally got what you wanted
I don't want to love you
I don't care at all.

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