And what happens when time finally runs out ?

August 13, 2009
By Missing BRONZE, Lantz, Other
Missing BRONZE, Lantz, Other
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I'm tired.
Tired of blaming.
Blaming you for my world.
My world of pain and tears.
Tears I can't seem to control.
Tears I can't seem to stop.
Tears I fight every night.
Every night as I lay alone.
Alone with the hate.
Alone with the thoughts.
Thoughts that run though me like death.
Death is concurring my world.
My world that use to consist of you.
You and your selfish being.
Dismissing anything that mattered.
Dismissing the sunshine.
Dismissing the happiness.
Dismissing me.

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