Tourn Apart

by aLYNNp   Jan 28, 2007


Things got out of hand,
what can I do now.
I lost everything I ever believed in,
all I do is wait till the time is right.
I only wish the choice I will soon make,
will become easier by the day.
I become more tourn apart by the choice
every minute,
every hour,
every day.

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