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November 11, 2007

Spice girl wannabees. Haha. This is the seks.

Lost.

Every which way I look is a dead end.
I have been enslaved, not a stranger nor a friend.
My heart is in pieces, strewn about the floor.
There is no window nor no light, behind this locked door.
My mind has forsaken me, my body has lied.
My heart is all that's left, Though I feel its ready to die.
My tears are the remembrance of what was once whole,
My foot steps in the sand showed I had once known.