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Wednesday, December 22, 2004


   Broken
Hair tumbles down and sits on my shoulders
Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholders
Eyes are bright, blue as the sky
Shining and shimmering 'till the day I die
Arms crossed across my chest
Hugging myself tight from all the rest
Cheeks are damp and stained
I dont know why I feel so ashamed
Legs are trembling, going weak
My pain is quickly climbing to its peak
I dont know what to see
I dont know what to hear
Am I supposed to be this cold?
Everything is so foreign and queer
I am slowly
Breaking down
Falling, falling
Waiting to hit the ground
I may not be the person I used to be
But please old friend
Wont you help me?

I am broken when I am lonesome...
~Serena~

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