broken and weak, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. Subscribe to rss feed for a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

a shread, a shard
a crack, a leak
were broken
were weak
were alone
were freaks,
stop the complaining 
dont we have life?
we go through life
not caring 
not knowing
always wanting
never taking
stop complaining
and start making
the choice
a choice
u have the will
you have a voice.
Posted: 2008-04-30 15:39:11 UTC

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