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Broken


Time has stood still, abandoned me as i drop down to my knee.
My heart has sunk so deep...
I am in pain.
Those razor sharp words stabbed me in the back.
I am back to where i started, I see the day, i see the night, i see where we parted. 
I hear the rudeness of their voices, and yet i smile with no choice.
They hunted, chased until i stopped, i wanted for all this to come to a winning halt. 
They left me drowning in their gossip, and they filled you instead with their chatter and sour hearts.
You gave up so easy, and ran towards the start, that brought the time so still.
I've soaked in the sun, baked with time, i would have given up all the fun, all the drinks with lime ,just to have you as mine.
The truth is i will be just fine!
Go on, i will remember you still.
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  1. AnonymousNovember 29, 2010 at 9:54 PM

    Interesting articulation... I wanna hear the full story in plain English.

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  2. UnknownDecember 1, 2010 at 11:36 AM

    Thanks..i try:-) its plain alryt..

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  3. AnonymousDecember 1, 2010 at 11:37 AM

    I like this

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