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by Angel Sep 25, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Crawling into the shell, with tiny peek every while, Holding on,it is not safe, you are still around here. I could not hear your words, Din't understand the intentions, I wasn't available,I swear, Just too busy,you know! Din't notice it's been a week, We spoke or got in touch, come on,don't you trust me! No,don't turn away,dear, I was just holding a mirror, So,how did feel being me! I am not a puppet or a toy, for you to pick,when bored, or ignore when not needed. I am no game,no slave! My thousand beautiful desires, zaped into a dream called you. Now,that it turned nightmare, Haunting night after night, I dwell here,in your memories, But,may be for not too long..