By Elaina
Date: 13 April 2001
She
The only thing she
ever searched for was
someone to love her.
Someone she could talk
to for hours about
nothing particular.
She used to be so
good with words. She
could talk her way out
of anything and talk
anyone into staying.
And now she runs, from
all opportuinty that
love might be found.
Because every beginning
has it's end. And all
good things must come
to an end. She knows
the only safe place
is being content with
the outcome, no matter
how bad, just be content.
She is numb to all that
surrounds her. And she,
she is me.
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