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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
3/18/2008 07:36:00 PM
im very sad, and disappointed.
cas im the last,
not in grades but in the place where the heart lies.

you promised but u walked on it.
does all that i heard are lies that blinds?
cas at the end, things does not seem to line.

im sorry when u asked for help, i hesitated,
but i need proof before i commit.But now,
it seems that i don't need.

the voices i heard are shouting,''
the choice is mine and you are just a decoy.''
it pains to recall these memories
and it hurts to write it in language.

someday i will feel nothing
and treat it as though u r a phase.
that you were still a kid
who knows nothing of cruelty.


i think i must be really really sad to write such
a sadistic poem.
hell, im turning into a sad-ass.

for ppl who think im a freak and this poem is bias or
wateva. sorry, but u can write another poem to counter
mine.

fion(im pressured,save me!)