Step inside my world, you’ll find pieces of me thrown across the floor, crushed under your weight. You come around here knocking, knowing how the door was torn down and how the path remained open for you to rob what you wanted. You took what you felt was rightfully yours and wasted it away, leaving me barren. How you chose to take the parts of me that made you feel beautiful. How conveniently you tossed aside what was broken and ugly residing inside. But don’t you forget that was even me.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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