DEAR MR. HERTACHE

by ALYSSA EWING   Jan 4, 2006


WELL HERE I AM AGAIN SITTING WITH YOU AFTER THE LAST TIME I NEVER THOUGHT I\'IDHEAR FROM YOU I THOUGHT HE LOVED ME SAYING WORDS TO ME HE DDIDN'T'TTEAN I MEAN WORDS WERE FLOWING SO FREQUENTLY THAT MY GUARD WAS WAY DOWN NEVER WOULD I OF THOUGHT HE\'D DAY ME LIKE A CLOWN SPITTING GAME WAS ALL IN HIS PERSONA BUT I NEVER WONDERED I KNEW HE WAS TRUE NOT LIKE THE OTHER FEW BUT HE LET ME DOWN HURT ME EMOTIONALLY, SPIRITUALLY, AND MENTALLY EVERYTHING I HAD I GAVE IT TO HIM BUT HE LEFT ME WITH NOTHING BUT DIM SHADOWY IMAGES OF HIS FACE LAUGHING AT MY PAIN, HEARTACHE WHY WONT U LEAVE ME BE LET ME FREE I DON\'T WTT U ANYMORE SO I\'M HEM CLOSING THIS PAINFUL DOOR.

BYE,
SIGNED A YOUNG GIRL SICK OF HEARTACHE

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