Friday, July 30, 2010

Warped Visions

What kind of mother turns on her daughter? Wishing malice and trouble with a fiery look.

What kind of lover forgets about emotions so strong for their partner? Turning away with an ever faltering memory.

What kind of friend deserts another at their weakest of moments? Abandoning completely and slightly smug.

What kind of life was I assigned to? Ripping me to shreds with every corner I turn.

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