While time comes and go the memory of my decisions come and they stick as if they were a knife into my chest
Killing slowly what its left
I have made so many mistake..wich make my life have no sense.
The memory remain and the pain stronger gets..
Its a killer..all my decisions have been wrong..I wish I could erase them..wish they never happend...wish they weren't mine.
A silence in the middle of the die will kill me, making all my memories come and haunt me as a nightmare.
A picture from the past that haunts me..wish I could burn it..wish never had done it..wish I just could forget it.
Its a killer who makes my life a misery
A contest entry
- The Choices We Make by LunaAmara.
800 points, ended December 19, 2008, 21 entries
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I like the overall tone and feel of this, but the flow is a little off. I sometimes have trouble deciphering where one phrase ends and another begins, but maybe that's how you wanted it. I still like this a lot.
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