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November 11, 2007

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.

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Evangaline Kenzie said...

wow this is really great.
good job. i like ur idea. i will be happy and live my life. and you'll still be in it, you'll just be an anual special feature in the soap opera that is my life.(lol)but i will still miss you like crazy. ily x infinity + 1!