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Hatred Vs Sorrow
Contributed by
xoXOSaDiEOXox
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Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 03:28:52 PM in AEST
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My heart was chipped so much from those stages before you left me.
That, that one last breathe you blew me away with made it crumple at your feet.
The tears I cried washed all those pieces away though.
You made sure of that.
I was left with an empty soul.
There wasn’t one single piece of my heart left which I could use as a starting block for me to rebuild.
Everything felt so cold.
Gone was the hope.
Gone was the tether.
Gone was the wish,
That some day we would be together.
People had said this was the way it was going to end.
But I didn’t believe them.
I thought they were just jealous.
That they weren’t my friends and I lost so many of them.
For that, I apologise.
But to you whom broke me into a million pieces.
And to you whom took my light and left me in eternal dark.
Even a forced sorry, will never pass these poisoned lips for you.
…And this time…. I.Mean.It.
Copyright ©
xoXOSaDiEOXox
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2006-10-28 15:28:52]
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Re: Hatred Vs Sorrow
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by MisfitMe on
Saturday, 28th October 2006 @ 06:11:55 PM AEST
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Very heart felt...but please stop giving so much of your power away.
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Re: Hatred Vs Sorrow
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by doug on
Sunday, 29th October 2006 @ 09:01:38 AM AEST
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You are very much alive
until the second that you
let people destroy your
ability to move on to new
and happier times.
I know cause I've been dead
like that for ten years. I would
rather spit on my ex than say
sorry yet we stop our whole
lifes for their memory. What
satisfaction they must get out of
that. Fight your way back while
you still can before your dead like
me. Trust me , it becomes a habit
Good luck , Truly , D |
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