I look at myself in the mirror
And curse the day I was born
I feel the sorrow rising in me
And I fall to my knees and weep
Then I remember that one day I might find those who seek me
And then feel someone's warm embrace and I hear this
"Its not too late to smile"
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Poems of my torn Soul
PuisiI saw you for the first time,and fell head over heels for you For what seemed like forever we got to know each other Only for me to find out the truth, I've been used for the hell of it I kneel to the floor of my room, take out my knife and begin to...
