Roses are red violets are blue, my wrists are red but you have no clue. you made fun of me, you didn't know that I slice my wrist row after row. And I starve myself, did you know? Well I guessed it right... The answer's NO.
Roses are red violets are blue, I'll die soon, but it's too late, there is nothing you can do.
Authors note:
This story is not about me, I just thought it was an important issue, that needs to be tackled.
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Words of understanding
ПоэзияA collection of poems written by me And Vitalija107 hope you like them
