Someone help out of of this nightmare"/

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By raining smiles

i'm sick and tired of being" played. lied to. used. for what,to get in my pants? i don't understand it. it's not like anyone else has gotten in them yet? so why the hell do you think you can? just cause you say "love me"? throw me a bone i'm through with guys treating me like this, white trash to be thrown around in the wind. I should have stayed with the one who made me smile and laugh like he did but all i did was play with his heart and i'm soo sorry... i'm just scared of what was really happeneing at the time.. someone help me out of this nightmare. "/

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July 27, 2010 16:04zishan evans

Lost love, a fealing of regret.
It is not often that we meet that perfect
love,but when we do we must cling to it.
Your poem shows the misery one experience when a viable lover is played with.
Zishan