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Tuesday, April 27, 2010

She threw the pen on the floor. It was impossible to write!
There was just too much going on inside her head..
If only she'd known this was where life was leading her to, she'd have never made those mistakes. She regretted all of it.. If only there were a rewind button for liFE...


Realization, when he comes,
Guilt with him he doth bring..
And makes one count one’s mistakes
Wrongdoings and everything

Like a black veil, from nowhere
Flies to come and cover the face
And one looks back, at one's own past
All but to know shame, disgrace!!

For over his shoulder, behind him
All he sees, teary-eyed...
What a fool he’d been throughout
Stolen, cheated and lied…


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