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I sign onto IM
A convo box pops up in the bottom right corner.
He asks, "how are you?"
I simply say, "I'm fine."
He thinks that what I say is true.
I've just crossed that thin line,
between the truth and lying.
We chat on and on;
little does he know that I'm slowly dying,
of a broken heart.
I wish he knew how I really felt;
Just so he could keep me from falling apart.
The sad part is, he was the one that broke me.

by tobeloved
posted on 04/01/2008