 5 May 2007, 11:26 AM
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some times she thinks her pillow
is her only friend
as her heart lays dying
twisting, riping, and bends
but her pillows there for her
to catch all her tears
as her face is stained
it's the truth she fears
night turns to day
and she goes on pretending
she trys to stay stong
her heart she's defending
he looks so calm
lying through his teeth
but he keeps stacking them
the truth hidden benith
day by day
she sadly goes home
and her pillow is there
so she isn't alone
this poem is by my dear friend....
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6 May 2007, 08:39 PM
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it's very nice
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