You.
Wed, 11 Jul 2007 at 05:44pm
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You, in the still frame.
It's the only memory I have of you.
It's the olny one I would ever want.
I still quiver in hate when I hear your name.
You were sopost to be there.
Sopost to love me, you were sopost to care.
But no, turn the tables on fate.
Make everyone hate.
I still remember the night you went away.
Telling me you would hit me.
Telling mom you would kill her.
The self proclaimed director you were.
For 11 years, fear was my best friend.
I still confine in my hate for you.
Your self, so blurry.
Your so fucking fake.
You didn't deserve her.
I hope you fucking die.
But hope is something,
i've learned is a fantasy.
For some reason I miss you.
It's probably just the part of me
that wants to see true evil.
Maybe be it's because You've
said you changed.
Just like all the other times.
I try to hold this under control.
God I feel so frustrated.
So I'm going to sit hear.
And wonder how you think.
Why you did what you did.
I wont understand I know.
But please, just leave me alone.
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This is pretty cool. I really like the imagery of the individual in the still frame. The only thing I'd have to say is fix the spelling errors, then it'd be great. :P
- Matt