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I was dating a girl
who always hates me
One day, she brokeup with me
And said that she do'nt want
to see me again
a few months later
She had a change of heart
She came to know that I'd
stolen her heart
She came to me
and asked me to forgive her
Hugged me tight
and asked me to be with her
I said that, only a fool would
take back someone who
hurt them alot
She began to cry;
Her heart was broken
like a ***
But I put my arms around
her, held her tightly and said,
"And I'm one of those fools"

----de3pak
You know you realy love someone when you do'nt hate them for breaking your heart!
How about we give it a shot
To try to change the scenes
Of all these heartache themes
All over this website's feed

We start this off
Sitting on the roof deck
Just staring into the bright red
Horizon's heavenly sunrise

A great breakfast buffet
Right beside an orchestral gig
Only just for us they sing
Our heart's connection

We continue the day flying
Soaring through the minutes
Hours and seconds not wasted
All because you're by my side...

**** I failed...
I love her
But maybe it wasn't the write time
But it seemed like her mom had her trained to read the plan line by line taking away any characteristics  that made her mine
And just maybe our relationship would have Been fine if she was blind...
Her mom hated me because I was black
She openly said it to my lover
But she never really did defend me
Maybe cuz I was supposed to be her knight
But those racist shots always got to me
And even tho I love her I had to flea  
Cuz I would go to end to fight for her
But she wouldn't face her mom for me
Why I broke up with my gf it still hurts
 Jun 2015 Hanna Kelley
Barrow
If you were to ask me what my name is, I would hesitate.
I would hesitate for I know not how to respond.
My name is not of my own, but a faded thing, like a memory or a dream.
A memory of who I used to be, or rather, who I never was, who everyone else dreamed me to be.
I am not my name.
I am not something to rely on when things go wrong.
I am not the things forced within a heart.
I am not the thing that keeps most breathing.
I am not Hope.
there is a girl,
who won't give in.
you pollute her life,
with every lie and every sin.

this girl is strong,
courageous and willing.
she thinks she is tough,
but this is only the beginning.

there is a girl,
her smile so pure.
but innocence won't last,
and there's never a cure.

now this girl,
what does she do wrong?
maybe a cut on her wrist,
will prove she is strong?

there is a girl,
she can't stand any more.
she feels too weak,
her wrists are too sore.

there was a girl,
she had enough.
she didn't want to be strong,
she didn't want to be tough.

now this goes out to all the bullies.
you think you're clever, wise and loud?
well now she's dead,
do you feel proud?
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