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Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Lil Bit Of Introduction

THE BOOK WAS NEVER CLOSED


While the beautiful fairy tale was ending,
the princess realized a sad one awaiting...

All her previous suffering was just the start,
the beginning of the ending, but that was not the hard part...

The prince knew he was torturing her, still he kept
breaking what he already broke more and more thinking it was right...

As the little pieces..memories were being vanished
cherishing them and ending the story with them, she wanted...

She closed the story book with a smile on her face,
promising she will remember the precious moments...

Fading away he allowed her, easily destroying her spirit,
losing her he chose, coldly letting her fall apart...

But that was not enough, he needed her back,
because of his selfishness, he re-opened the book...

Not to replace the ending with a happy one as he promised,
but to cruely torn apart the few papers that she kept...

Still he wants her to be his, to play with her or throw her away,
that does not matter, what matter is that she is his...

WHY WASN'T HE THERE WHEN SHE NEEDED HIM?
WHY DOES HE ENJOY SEEING HER SUFFER?
WHY DOES HE PRETEND TO LOVE HER?
WHY CANT HE STOP AND LEAVE HER ALONE?

He was her everything, he is still her everything
he is the unforgettable according to her...

She feels, hollow, used, dead, left with sorrow and agonizing
now she has the story book but with a torturing ending...

She can not close the book now, she can not neglect her pain,
the end will forever be opened, as she will forever be broken...

She no more has anything to give,
she no more wants anything but not to live...

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