Alone I sit...
Unsure what caused this rift in my world
My soul tattered, broken, and beyond repair.
Tears form but pride won't let them fall.
Ashamed I sit alone.
A contest entry
- 30 words by Melissa Gayle.
1200 points, ended July 9, 2008, 19 entries
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Comments
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I can understand the sentiment but I would have loved to see a bit more wow in the words.

