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I stare into the eyes of pain and hate each day

Wondering when one will subside

Wondering when and if the real me will return

Wondering if the dead, wilted flowers of my life will be revived with the exilerating colors of bliss

When will these memories finally fade away and let me have my happiness?

My emotions fight a battle trying to overtake my soul everyday

Even the night

Just whenever they feeling like teasing me

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Added on October 5, 2009

I'm Jennifer. I'm a junior in high school. I like to write though I'm not that good. But honestly, who cares... more..

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