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Diva
12-14-01, 05:32AM
It follows me. Haunts me. Keeps me within view.
I look to my left. My right. Taken from me.
I am cursed.

I grasp at air, another one is lost.
A strand of hair twisted on my finger
It is all I have left. I watch it fly in the wind

I hide from everyone. Hoping to break the cycle
I glance at a stranger, he smiles and I smile back
My heart leaps, mind races. What have I done?
WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

:c: Diva 2001-2002