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The Glory Of It All

A journal by a Friday's Child
i write, because i fear one day i will forget

Thursday, February 18, 2010

the last and first

every night before i sleep,
and every day when i am awake.
you are the last,
and the first person, i think about.

and every night,
and every day,
i keep reminding myself,
that you no longer exist in my life.
that you mean nothing no more to me.

you have been, always, selfish.
it's always been about you.
and now it's high time, about me.
Posted by Little Prince at 8:25 PM
Labels: life, pissy, you
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