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Anymore


I’m sitting in my room, crying over you.
I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do.

I know you don’t like me and you never did.
I know you not hate me, and you never will.

I fell so stupid for loving you, and that you not love me more,
But I think that I always going to love you anyway.

Dear, I know you not need me anymore.
That all the time we spent just was a game from your side.

But that game is over, because I’m living now.
I have not the energy to fight back anymore.

In your eyes I’m nothing worth, and I never was.
Maybe you have right, but I don’t think that.

I’m stronger than you think, I’m harder than before and I tougher then ever.
And that’s all because of you.

Thank you for you teaching me how life is,
Thank you for not hating me.
And thank you for being my mother.




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Mekii-Dk - 9 mar 08 - 19:51
This poem is so goooD..! but u know that you're mother always will love you.. emagine you self in that situation where u want the best for your child so u even make her cry sometimes against your will. But that's what's mothers are for.. ^^ right.. ? hehe..

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