Healing

April 15, 2009
Tears begging to escape my eyes but a weak smile holds them back so they won't attack my cheeks and the public won't witness what is inside my head which is out of wack thoughts mixed up words scrambled wishing you were here to give me all the answers but you are gone and i have not let go i gave you my kisses with wishes that you would never return and kill me slow





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