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I kept slicing the blades into the open wounds of my soul. They opened again and again, I didnt allowed them to heal. I kept rubbing salt on them, and they could not close. I remembered, tortured myself, punished myself with guilt and memories, washed my heart with hatred towards myself for not being able to forget. I felt despaired, lost, full of pain, every minute, everyday, filling my existence. But I finally understood, Im not going to be able to forget until I stop slicing the blades into my devastaded, wounded soul.
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papillonbleue added this comment 2008-12-23 21:55:54-06:00
OMG!!..dat is such a beautiful poem n it's so sad...
papillonbleue added this comment 2008-12-23 21:55:54-06:00
OMG!!..dat is such a beautiful poem n it's so sad...