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This is what I wish I could say to my father. Maybe one day I will.
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could