Written by
Amber H.W.
November 2009
Written by
Amber H.W.
November 2009
It stole all of the air within me I know that it should not matter I know that I should brush the memories off I dont even think about it, until, until I see life going on without me time is still ticking everyone is still on the dancefloor moving and breathing to the rhythm. You are still out there looking for answers in the lives of others and I am a green eyed monster my stomach becomes a sea of volcanic lava turning and churning and mocking me I am not who you thought I was my charm wears thin my words sting for days and I hope with every bit of strength left in me that I never get what this piece of my heart wants.

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