Victoria Rosales

03 Jan, 2013 03:03 AM
They think they have fate,
thinking they clean there slate,
they think they loathe there lives,

but all I hear in my mind,
are cries,
I despair my life,
all my dreams shattered,

I will never choose a path,
while everyone I look to 
reminds me of a wrath,

I try so hard to scrape off my sadness, 
despairs, and hatred.
But it will never work,
the love you give me,
will always be my enemy.
Tags: Hate, Sad, Lost, Despair
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