She gave in again. Time and events pushed her. She couldn't breathe. Her mind contorted and abused. Neglect. No place to run. No lies to hide in. She was stuck. Her wings failed her and her halo was nowhere to be seen. She'd fallen again. A book hit the wall. She hit the floor. She was forgotten. Raped by emptyness. Isolated by love. She sat in anger confusion and fear. Why? Why. Questions that never got answers. Friends that stabbed her in the back. No one to fall back on. She stood alone. Cold Angry and alone. He was right. She was nothing.
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Being shut-out by parents on your own birthday sucks. Looks like no gifts for me again this year...
 Made27 · Wed Jan 26, 2005 @ 09:32pm · 1 Comments |
