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Revenge is a dish best served cold!
Once apon a year gone by,
A girl ran to her room to cry,
It wasnt for love,
But for a love that was lost.
The cost of that was too much for her.
The emotion that stired wasnt that pure
She simply wished for a cure.
But none would heal, except for time.
As time past, the pain reduced!
And just as she thought it was over,
He came to light again,
And the wound re-opened.
Now she stands tall, out of the shadow that was.
Now she feels is hatered and anger all becuase,
He was what he was
If she ever see's him again he will feel the cost of that pain.
written 11:40 am GTM friday 6th December 2002
Kirsty.j.Elliott (from a personal experiance that still looms)