UntitledA Poem by hannahspelledbackwardsLove doesn't exist to me
I will no longer open up. Because I've tried so hard to be the person I'm made to be, but yet I feel no love. People smirk in disguise, saying how one day I'll be fine, Because right now, I'm blind. But I sit, stare and deny, knowing that they're obliviously wrong. No one could love me. No one has all along. © 2011 hannahspelledbackwardsAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 20, 2011 Last Updated on December 20, 2011 AuthorhannahspelledbackwardsSydney, AustraliaAboutI'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..Writing
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