HURTA Poem by dreaming dameIt's true what they say; ev'rything's not what it seems, Falling; dying are my dreams Hurt ALWAYS finds the way. The way to hurt me the most, While he sits there and boasts.
It has been said, Unnoticed is the heart that's blue, But now all hope has fled. Oh, oh what to do. © 2011 dreaming dameAuthor's Note
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Added on May 4, 2011Last Updated on May 16, 2011 Authordreaming dameSouthern Ontario, CanadaAboutI'm 18 now, finally the age I dreamed of being as a kid lol. Life has shown that lessons can be taught in a very difficult way.. but I believe in finding the little things of beauty in everyday life.. more..Writing
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