just when i thought that i'm used to it
it came knocking on my door
no, it actually barged in
without any second thoughts
it just stabbed me right there
yanking out most of what's left of it.
my pride
my good ol' pride
like lovely cigarettes
after using, you just extinguish
you killed the fire
stepped on
left with trails of ashes
somehow, someday
i'll just wait for someone to sweep it
and put it where it's supposed to be.
rejection
Tuesday, February 17, 2009 by cArLo
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