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by Rachel Sep 27, 2009 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
It soon will all be over, please dont cry another tear, I tell myself as I look, at my drained face in the mirror. Dont cry...Dont cry, it shows that I am weak, Just stand there and take it, go ahead and turn the other cheek. She will regret this, as she kills me not with actions, She doesn't get, that understanding is what she lacks in.