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 | Broken Love | | by Whitney Clarke | | published on Oct 8, 2008 | Sadness and cofusion.Dosen't he know what he does to me as he crumbles up my heart and throws it on the hard cold concrete ground. I loved him but he throw me away like the penny in the rain. He choose her,She was devine but cold hearted. I walk the long dark halls of high school.My heart beating as it is departed,and ripping in two like a piece of paper thats torn apart. I sit on the the hard cold ground it the dark-skinned corner as my palms sweat. I can feel the crease of the cracks on the payment. My tears bunk down my rosey pink cheecks and hit the paving ground like rain pouring on a rainy day. I sit there in dead unenthusiastic selince,trying to hide my sorrowfulness as the people pass by,finally I stood up and walk away. |
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