Thursday, May 12, 2011

Broken Home Comments

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How I hate how you look at me in such discus.
Im having such a good time intill I walk by you and stare into your eyes.
Your eyes look sad and angry they look like you need help but I shake my head and walk away.
On my mind all night is the look I saw on your face. I drink and drink but yet the look just never goes away.
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Rebecca Neiman
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