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by michelle Dec 29, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
In my place, there is a hole, full up of broken promises, empty to the point, that know one cares to notice. In my shadow, is a prayer, so long it cannot grow, an empty space just standing, ones love,it does not show. In my eyes, they've seen such story's, and so many tears I've cried, i do not hold a grudge to those, whose admitted they have lied. In my past, i died inside, to those around who hurt me, but my inner strength has grown, and that now i can see. In my life, alot has happened, but I'm grateful I'm alive, I'm thankful to those around, who helped me to survive.