What would you do if one of these days you wake up and learn that I'm no more?
Doesn't matter if it was suicide, heart attack, or bleeding through each pore.
Would you remember the last thing I wore?
Would you remember that I was a bore?
Would you imagine me being sore?
Or would you imagine me in a bloody gore?please don't copy/steal.
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Poems, Rants, and Vents. (depressing)
Poëziejust some poems and rants and vents... i'm sorry.