The Hardest Thing...

Feb 19, 2006 20:05

He used me, trashed me, left me to be eaten by the hungry wolves of shame. The love that seemed to spark was a mere lightning bolt turning the ground into a ditch, waiting to be filled with emotions, every emotion. Through the good and bad, I always had my buddy, the one who through anything could help me feel alive again. It was a game, a shameful ( Read more... )

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__squirrelwrath February 21 2006, 00:54:50 UTC
that was deep man.... your good at livejournal...... damn bosnians.

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setsandthecity February 21 2006, 03:21:49 UTC
i think you mean "you're"

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