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Mar 2013
Torn inside.
What to say, how to feel?
Waiting for others to show me the right path to hell.
No sunshine for me,
I am looking it from the broken window.
Distorted mind.
My feelings shattered around the room
like broken colorful pieces of glass.
Be careful not to step on them.
Now it is not time to bleed.Don't make a mess.
It is already as bad as it can be.
If you cannot help me to sort it, just leave,
I don't have time nor will to pick things after you...
ahmena
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