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Leaving

I wont apologize for the things that I say,
Block it all out, ‘cause I’m going my own way.
What good would it do to argue?
The more you tear into me,
The easier it is to leave.
Sorry I’m not what you wanted.
Life’s a bitch isn’t it?
You could never control me,
Now that I’m breaking free,
You don’t want to let go.
I draw the line at this,
The third and final time,
Your only crying for yourself.
Let ‘em flow, I don’t care anymore.
I wish you the best, as I close this chapter.
I wont be looking backwards.
Don’t think that your tears will bring me back
The times I let myself cry over you.
Why don’t you think about that?
Where were you then?
I sat at home, by the phone.
Now it’s your turn to wonder while your all alone.

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Just thought I'd write about something different
Written January 3rd, 2005

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  • Cutieindahurley
    January 5, 2005
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    Thank you

    My heart goes out to woman in similar situations as well, thank you so much for your kind feedback it means so much to me! I have a wonderful life, no real boyfriend to speak of but that just fine...don't need a man to be happy lol. Best of luck to ya in all that you do!

  • Tudor Rose
    January 5, 2005
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    wow I thought this was really good, you made the message clear but it still sounded great with excellent flow etc, sometimes its hard to stay nice when others have been mean, Im not going to say anymore than that apart from Im sorry to people have done nothing but hurt each other.


  • dark poetress
    January 4, 2005
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    YOU GO GIRL!!!!!!!!
    I can really can relate to this,
    I never was one the type to wish bad things on people,
    but sometimes you just can't help it (think more out of anger).
    This is a great poem.
    I have learned to care more about me than a guy that showed me little love.
    Thanks for the comments.