looking at my stained mirror..

This blog will be more on stories and poetry made by my own imagination. Some may be based from my own experiences while some may be excerpts from other short stories and literature. Some of the following entries I made were not published according to the date they were written. Looking through a stained mirror, you will see a glimpse of me..

Friday, November 2, 2007

his light blinded me
he's eveything i can see
my first thought in the morning
and the last before i sleep
there are lots of things i haven't said
and feelings unexpressed
but there's no time left..

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