Meh (didn't know what else to put)
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Hair the color of midnight
A mixture of blue and black
These lovely strains
Match the bruises on her back
Left by one she once held so dear
The one she thought she'd never
Have to fear
Well her angle turned into a demon
And this demon became her nightmare
Till the night she chose
to end it all there
YOU ARE READING
Her soul: spoken out
Poesiahey guys trying something new here. This will be here I store all my depressing songs and poems. Far warning right now I suck at all this so if you hate it and think it's horrible don't say I didn't warn you and leave me nasty comment. Because I wil...
