April 6, 2012

Nothing is left for me... GREAT SHORT READ

Nothing was clear to me, but I was always sad. Seeing her would make me hurt inside. As I slept I would see her even with my eyes closed. She was trouble with a capital “Z”. But if it wasn’t for him. But if it wasn’t for him she wouldn’t be hurting me. She would be the brightness of the sun. Instead she is sunburn. When he is with her she is happy. She shows him a kind of love that many have died trying to find. Her smile is so profound. More profound. He is changing her. She was once an empty book; a truly rare soul. Like a clean wall in the city, she has been tagged. Nothing is left for me.

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