10:58

it is quiet now,
i’m sure they’ve gone,
nothing better,
than to be left all alone,
the evening breeze,
slowly inches by,
i hate this place,
& all i can do is cry,
the moon above,
so bright yet cold,
feel it burn thru,
straight to my soul,
my heart is a stone,
a lump of worthless clay,
its an unpaid debt,
one i must continuously pay.

10:58

wolva

Joined February 2008

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