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A broken heart, I try to mend it by hand ,for years it takes, for all the things I do, just for love, just for the touch of someone’s hands upon me, I sow up me heart back together like it used to be . . . . Just doesn’t feel the same doesn’t looks the same. Every day some part of my heart starts to tare open, my emotions start to reveal, my pain starts to grow this pain I feel wont stop, with a needle and a thread I close my heart once again. My heart isn’t special isn’t normal like most people have, mine has scares rips and its covered with treads to seal it up . . . . So I wont feel my emotions at certain random times. My emotions don’t exists they cant. . . They don’t make sense . . . . No one can understand . . . . Cause I make no sense in life . . . Just to live and smile is what I do, its what I’ve lived through and will die till the end of my life , so don’t worry about me, its normal to smile for a person like me , so I smile for you my special friends
 SmiIe · Sun Mar 11, 2007 @ 10:39pm · 0 Comments |
