The End
Author: Sharita


Tired of writing, Tired of giving warnings.
People only truly listen, when it's carried out and done.
What's left to do?
Explore a young disturbed mind,
but what would that do? Turn back time?
Once the ultimate end has come
the cause is no longer important,
because people will be hurt.
By not seeing it coming.


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joyce ivy ( -- Saturday, January 1 2005, 11:53 pm


very good work...thanks for sharing....joyce
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