Broken pencils and lost toys
Make way for broken hearts and lost love.
Tiny rivulets of joy,
Long washed away by floods of despair,
The fear of telling a lie,
Smothered by the fear of facing the truth.
Rain, wash away my years,
I just want to be pure again.
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This is round 2 of blogging. The loser who hacked my last profile and deleted it thought that it was going to be the end...its not. This is me again...I am back and I am better tahn ever. And as before, this is where I let everything go...no holding back.
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