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This Life I Am

I stood there and watched, as this life passed me by. I slowly cut away every bit of pain with this dull knife. No longer does it hurt no longer do I feel. The saddness slowly seeped into this shattered heart. The confusion of this life. Is it me I stare at in the mirror or some stranger that shouldnt be. What has become of the innocent girl that was once filled with love and happiness. Now only a ghost to this broken heart. I cant seem to find that girl I once was. Now all I see is a girl who cant find a way to breathe. The air goes in, nothing seems to me the same. What has become of this life I am.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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