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Gabriela

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since June 2013
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The end of me.

June 29, 2013

I laid in bed,

I could not write.

I lost my soul,

and lost my mind. 

Now I am so frustrated,

I simply just can not take it. 

Tears streamed down my face every night,

I held on to you so tight.

You betrayed me, and you decieved me.

Suddenly you chose lust so greedily,

I gave you every inch of me.

I showed you love but you could not see,

Not more blind than me I let you hold that knife

That ended everything that I was ever supposed to be.

 

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