the pain comes pouring in, like the steady drip from an empty glass. i think it was realization, that killed me first. i lay awake all night, thinking, or did i dream about lying awake all night, thinking? i can not change what i did, but what i did has changed me. the constant flow, of a dried up river. seems to be, the way i am. the sadness fall in, on a mindless girl. trying to understand, the misunderstood. what has happened, that would make me do this? well, someday i hope to be forgiven, but we all know that dream has been shot to hell.
Reason for writing:
about my break up with my boyfriend.
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