Anger filling my cold, broken heart. Everything I once held dear, I count it all as last. Breaths getting lighter every day. I'm tired. I'm broken. a withered soul- lost somewhere out there. Patience wearing thin, in sorry im not who I was born to be. Creativity and passion are gone. A once love can break a girl forever. Now I know all those "I love you's" were lies....
-rachelleeashlee<3.
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