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Why Me...
Contributed by
strawberrygirl
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Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 02:05:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I'm sad and low
I try so hard for it not to show
My friends tell me I deserve better
But I don't know
I just let this so call love grow
What can I do
If this love comes from two
Only if this love was true
I wouldn't feel so blue
I don't care what my friends say
If it's true or not I'm gonna stay
With the love of my life I wake up for everyday
And if he does me wrong
Someday he'll pay
Until then it's gonna half my way
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Re: Why Me...
(User Rating: 1 ) by jillian_phan on
Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 02:54:53 PM AEST (User
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first off, no advice coming from me.... just words on the computer screen.,... okay, love comes between two, and is mutually and equally shared, if you give too much of yourself he may not take it and you ould be left hurt, if he gives none of himself, then he just don't diserve you... listen to this,, ashes to ashes dust to dust,.......there's two ashes and two dusts, without to then it would be ashes dust, it won't rhyme or let alone make any sense.... understand two ways... two people... if you pretend you don't care then maybe he will realize that your not sticking around forever, to do something about it, and if you notice he don't care even after that then just find yourself on a dating spree..... single and ready to mingle.... . |
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Re: Why Me...
(User Rating: 1 ) by poorgirl on
Wednesday, 9th February 2005 @ 03:08:52 PM AEST (User
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Very drab and not very well thought out ... |
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