January 2012
December 2011
She lies.
She says all she ever wanted was to make her happy.
She has though. Oh she has. But of late, it seems all she’s caused is pain.
It’s quite unfair. Trivial games and mindless blames.
It goes on and on with no solution.
She digs her hole and lays in it.
Unmoving and unwishing.
Her self hatred kills her slowly. She has no idea.
She’s doing it to herself. She knows that much.
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She wrote a book of lies. She calls it her life story.
