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by Laura Gillespie Aug 3, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Whats left of me is nothing but dreams to love, no more will i know you. All whats left is a broken heart. Rain makes me only think about him so much more. Night reminds me of death. thoughts only run through my head, cannot hear anything else. Nothing can save me today. i fear if you get near, i think i'm scared... Tonight, i will die for days, ahunt for years, be scared for a good while...i think i'm on my own