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| By donna73 | ||||
| 21 May 2007 | ||||
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once the first step of braking away i felt so safe, and kids wasn't walking on egg shells whwt was allready broken. FREE AS A BIRD
Imagine your heart is made of silk, Imagine the smell of stale milk. You put the milk in the bin, Tie your heart back up with string. The silk is so frayed, what else can you use, Do they not realise it's mental abuse? Head games, pillow talk, they think you've forgot! You give them all in return for what? Why do they reject the love that we give? Do they not realise we fight ourselves to forgive? While your sat at home thinking things through, You know yourself whats best to do. When it's everyday, your thinking the same, It becomes an heartache, not a game. Is it all worth the pain that your in? As the love you are giving is like stale milk thrown in the bin!
copyright by Donna White.
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