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by smiley   Sep 30, 2008


What the point of living anymore
Am a monster who hide behind a mask
Slowy n slowy being eating away by the monster locked inside of me
Waiting to break lose and kill the one who made me like this
I am a monster who was made one never born one
One who breath out insity
The one who was killed by one
I am me

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  • 15 years ago

    by No Need For A Name

    This is beyond terrible. Learn how to write a poem, learn how to spell, learn how to talk, and then try and maybe write something worth a second of someones time

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