Pass By, by blank_screen |
You spend everyday hoping this one will pass by quicker than yesterday's but you know it won't. You can feel people making fun of you even if they don't say it to you you can sense it. You wish they would leave you alone or talk to you without the criticism. But they won't and never will. |
Posted: 2007-07-18 05:24:05 UTC |
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2007-08-11 17:13:55 | Lydia |
good poem |