Everyday is routine,
His heart wonders, why?
He tries to follow what he's told,
And he wonders, why?
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sadness. Show all posts
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, September 30, 2011
The Last Note From The Diary Of A Raped Girl
I am 19,
It has been 5 weeks 6 days,
The count of the days I was dying slowly. . . . .silently
Its the memory of the day I was marred,
The day they gave me this scar. . . . .
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