OneCorruptedGyrl

Unwritten Innocence of Poetry
2005-01-04 04:07:28 (UTC)

Like this, That way

I don't know how to explain all of this.
I don't know how it all happened.
Like this, that way.
Nothing was meant to happen.
Not like this, not that way.
Everything errupted infront of me.
Explosions beyond repair.
I don't know how to fix it.
I don't know how to stop the pain.
It all happened, why?
Like this, that way.

�AK




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