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She looked at me and i looked into the depth that were

her eyes and wondered how i ever got into this mess. i

never tried and never failed until she came into my

life and took everything that was me, balled it up and

threw it into a dark void.



i've lost myself again and i don't know where to look

or who to ask for advice because what does it really

matter anyway when noone cares. i guess i can't fail

when there is no one around to know i am failing, plus

if i fail on a continual basis, that's a sucess of

sorts isn't it?



anyway, so there i was in the dark room again,

wondering and wandering into those pools of light that

were her eyes and i thought again and again of the

life i once had.



how does she do this to me? that little girl in a

green smock and roses blooming on her cheeks? I don't

need an answer when i am not sure of the question

anyway.



and now i tear myself away from those eyes and stare

into a wall instead of a mirror.