vertime you look at me,
It's like I'm drifting out to sea.
I held your heart in my hand,
And two as one we would stand.

Time passes nad your love fades,
To some other victim you'll also betray.

I still love you,
And that I must kill,
Because deep down I know,
Your love was never real.

The End

Story by: Reni, age 11, USA

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