Her words held no value
She would never be heard
The man who broke her
Taught her that
Some boy tried to save her
He wanted to play hero
He shot the man
But shot her too
Her last word
Was not heard
No one will know
Her real name
I guess the man was right.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
