

Too LateThere never was hope for a girl like her She was never pretty enough, smart enough, good enough Her life is leaving, it will soon be a blur Her heart stops heaving, her life was too roughToo Late
The edge of the knife, so kind to her now Everyone mourns for the girl they all through they knew She left tonight, true to her vow She could have been saved, it was all up to you
Her one true love The face in her dreams The one he swore he'd never let go of He left her alone, pushing her to extremes
The knife was so kind Her only true friend Her last day
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"What isn't remembered never happened. Memory is merely a record. You just need to rewrite that record." - Lain from Serial Experiments Lain.
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| falling in love is like getting a preview of heaven |
i know how it feels
when love goes away.
tread softly.
As for Merchant-Loup, I loved that poem, a piece on a subject that few talk about but you captured the beauty of it. And I totally agree, it is one of the most selfless gestures a man can show the woman he loves.
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