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Intertwined Twins

Intertwined Twins

Frustration fills the mind of a broken hearted woman…

It kills me inside to know that we had this fight; I should have kept quiet…

The damaging words I said to you will scar me for life…

I needed to get rid of the pain & sorrow and you were in the way…

You did not deserve it, at all…

I apologize for the shattered heart I gave you…

You are my whole world & all I have left…

You’ve been there my whole life & we are intertwined, like twins…

We look the same, think the same, talk the same, act the same…

We handle our problems/situations the same…

Let’s start over & begin a new life with a new chapter…

A new book, the past is gone from whens we came…

Good luck young one, as the adult world is nothing like we know…

It’s like a music production, we all star in our own show…

Ladies & gentlemen, welcome to the circus of our young lives…

Let’s do this & show the people we can be stars…

Not falling stars but rising stars…

We are young, wild & free but let’s do this right…

Take the one shot you are given, the one opportunity that comes along…

Grab it once you have it…

For they fade quickly, rise up…

Rise up & live young one… Live!!!

Roxanne Swanevelder

13:45 pm – 20/07/2012

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