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Hey.if you could read my new poem 'broken beauty' and comment on it, that would be great.ill do the same for you. |
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People die |
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From my rotting corpse no flowers but weeds shall grow A crumbling tombstone with fading lyrics 'she died to no one's pain' |
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They say before you die, |
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Now I stare |
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THERE iS NO REFUGE FROM CONFESSiON BUT SUiCiDE; |
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You think you know some one untill they turn abound and plot your murder |
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Suicide,?,?, well that sounds very nice, let me get my knife, and u can write our lie |
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Why do you treat me like this?do you love to see me cry or better yet want me to die? i can make that come true |
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&& she lies in bed wondering, |