Sunday, November 7, 2010


Round, full, promising heart
Filled to the top with love & hope
Small, sad, violent seed
Makes it's way & digs in deep

Tears, pain, anger, loss
Such a cruel way to grow up fast
Time, days, weeks, years
Hate your life now do you dear?

Rise, fly, lift, high
I rebuild as years go by
Cursed, cold, bruised, gone
It's your loss you fucking fraud

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