a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








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Sometimes I get to the point where I don�t believe in love, I can�t believe in love. Every time I give my heart away someone takes it for a little while and then hands it back to me, bruised and battered. Broken, it�s been broken too many times. Do you know what it feels like? Feeling something for someone, being told you are nothing; giving yourself to someone and being told you never were. It doesn�t take much to hurt me. It�s not hard to make me cry. I don�t even know if they are taking advantage of this, if they don�t know what they�re doing. Either way, I don�t think they care.

written on 2002-12-11 at 8:07 p.m.

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