February 10, 2010
Some times I wish I could be a bird to fly so far away from all the hate and disrespect,

Just to be alone and let every thing just flow out my mind like a slight whisper in my ear.

Killing me inside but never out,

Hurting me over and over again without looking back on my feelings,

Tearing my empty heart into pieces letting the blood drip out your hands as if it was nothing but dust,

Not feeling guilty of what you did and how you treated me just leaving me to die there with nothing but pain.

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