poem,
Saturday, July 29, 2006.
so many sacrifices have been made
so many tears have been shed
but u dun seem to appreciate
u dun seem to notice dat

a question i still hold
a question thats still inside
that has slowly created a hole
that ive been trying to hide.

is tis wad they call love
is tis wad they call happiness
when all i can see it loathe
when all i can see is loneliness.
juz a mere poem. created fer all to see...





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