Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The stories from behind my chair

I am you. I am sitting in the theater and all I see are a thousand me's.

WORDS FROM A HURT SOUL
I do not have anything left to fight with.
I will die a tortured soul
Because I gave my luv to someone
That abused it
I feel useless now
I do not want to ever love again


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