Broken hearts
and flying lies
its mostly taking up our lives.
killing me is the only way
that your mind can be saved...
so i'll take my stuff since no one cares
and i'll leave to god knows where
lonley in this so called home...
when you seen me i was always stoned.
i have no true frineds..
who knows when this will ever end.
i'll die and you wont care
cause you dont remember
any of those times when you
werent there.
you'll just sit back, think, and
so, so long and goodby and remember
be guilty cause you never cried.

Poetry by Dahani
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Written on 2007-04-26 at 16:27

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