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[aid] => mick
[title] => Good Enough
[time] => 2008-01-28 19:23:37
[hometext] => The pains of broken love...what a tragic waste
[bodytext] => It was all she could do He could see it, and she knew that Everyone thought she hated him By all rights she should Yet, she couldn't bring herself to feel ill towards him And though she acted cold to him, and she acted angry when her friends mentioned him It was all she could do not to cry She wasn't angry, nor hardly even betrayed All she felt, all that filled her heart at the mention of his hame, at the sight of his face in the crowd... Was sadness She just wanted to know why? Why did he do this to her? She just wanted to know how he felt What did he feel when he looked at her? Pity? Shame? Nothing? Why wouldn't he even give a simple answer? What had she done wrong? She supposed she shouldn't have been so strong She should have just shut up about it But she always had hoped, that there was something more... But there never was, and she ruined what could have been a normal friendship She hated herself, if anyone For being too hopeful, for being weak, for trusting him She raised the knife and cried One by one she punished herself But this pain was nothing to that which burdened her heart Slice....Slash Not enough! She screamed, tears mixing with red remorse She needed more pain...more punishment It wasn't good enough! She cried, raising the blade one more time I wasn't good enough... And in the end, not a single star filled the sky that night. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 258 [topic] => 39 [informant] => desolantdreamer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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