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I write poems based on my mood at the time. I will most probably write sad poems. |
I close my eyes,
Press down the blade against my skin...
Who would have thought that on my darkest day,
I could find the light in this deep dark tunnel...
The five years of my life was awful.
Devil disguised as a young girl to inflict...
My childhood was not a happy place.
But it was not a torturing place either...
I could not tell you what's going on with me right...
But I sure wish you were here...
Who would have thought that on my darkest day,
I could find the light in this deep dark tunnel...
I am left without anyone by my side,
All alone, empty and pain...
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You Must Be Very Proud Of Ruining My life, But Sister, Let Me Tell You. That Your Gonna Get What You Deserve One Day. |
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I burn the cross, so I could smoke my cigarette. |
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I rather have one friend who really wants to be my friend, then have a sea of friends who never treated me as a friend. |