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Reading his messages
I hate you,
Girl I can't stand you,
What a waste,
If only time could be taken back like the money spent.
In time it will heal.
In time it will linger,
It will tarnish,
But your messages remain,
I read your messages.
Trapped memories.
We built bridges to burn,
Your anger written in words,
And you think my silence is heartless,
Anger blinds you,
Tears blind me,
But you're hurt too,
And I love my murderer.
Oh, so sad... (( hugz
Oh, so sad... (( hugz ))
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "