Written by
Amber H.W.
November 2009
Written by
Amber H.W.
November 2009
They are covering me causing life and love and pain to sift through me like a strainer full of noodles. I felt you, at least I thought that I did until I realized you had turned me into swiss cheese Yes it was my fault I will not lie no matter how embarrassed I am to be taken to be smitten and to be had and had and had. You are the worst kind of mistake. You are the guilt that builds walls and towers and moats filled with doubt. I hope your breath catches, I hope you feel my suffocation, I hope you learn someday what it is you took from me, before it happens all over again.

Let's be friends

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