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

This pain you have inflicted upon me
Is something I don't deserve.
Or was it really wrong to love you?

I woke up every morning feeling fine
I slept every night as tears put me to sleep
This drama's never ending
My time is running out

Every unspoken word's a blow to my head
You are someone I don't deserve.
It was really wrong to love you.

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