FEARING IT
by donyelle Apr 25, 2005
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DEATH LOOKS ME IN THE FACE BUT TELLING HIM I WANT FEAR I WAIT FOR DEATH BUT HE DOES THINK TO COME NEAR. PEOPLE ALWAYS CALL ME WERID THATS ONLY BECASUE THEY FEAR I SIT AND CRY AND WISH HE WOULD FINALLY COME BUT HE DOESN'T COME NEAR DEATH WILL FINALLY COME BUT I WILL NOT FEAR. |
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18 years ago
by Eden
Very unique poem. I like it a lot. :)
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19 years ago
Short but good. Liked it a lot. 5/5. Take care, Elle x
