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to the people of my past:


[today]Jul 18th, 2006 3:56:52 am - Subscribe


unwittingly -
unwillingly -
I pass through your shadow:

nothing but a ghost
wandering the hallways
of my thoughts,

a name upon
pages past
in my unfolding story.

I do not wish
to be drawn
back into your life;

your piece of my heart
has long
been abandoned.

the gap you left
inside of me
is no longer here.

the girl that once
you left behind
is not who I am.

but I
have not
forgotten.

how could I?

you inspired
volumes
of my heart's despair.

I must wonder
if you ever realized
who you were to me...

lent me strength,
left me crippled;

alive with joy
to end in heartache;

shared my laughter
and broke my illusions;

took my trust
and left me with nothing.

I wonder
where you are -
who you are now.

had I
a page
of your past?

[I am]getting tired.
[inspiration]the thought of all the people I used to be close to.

[your thoughts]2

avatar Zatherus

July 18th, 2006

eerie... Sounds like you were taken advantage of when you were younger... Friends arent friends if they dont take care of you and clearly by what your writing they dont... I hope you have found someone that cares for you right now... someone you can share a page with

avatar meshmdz

July 18th, 2006

hey. my email is

meshmdz@yahoo.com


thanks for the props on my song

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