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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

My Broken Promises.

My broken promises seem to always start with
a swear.
Like the time you told me you loved me and you'd
always be there.
It's not to much ask for just a little
support.
Though I guess it is because somehow you always
leave me coming up short.
It's getting hard to trust you now at anything
you say.
I want to believe you I just cant keep waiting
everyday.
But wait what's this now you want me to help
keep YOU protected?
What about the promises you made to me that were
left neglected?
This is what you get for letting me depend on
you to do something you know you wont.
I can't say I want to help you because I really
don't.
This has been the last time I have listened to
your lies.
So if I leave, please, don't take it as a
Surprise!
-MaKayla Andrea' Nirsberger

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