Oh where it all Began the lies the cries all formed by a women maybe a demon. And surprisingly by the one I love the one I thought I could trust my mom apparently she was the one who made me rust, Friends lost all at what cost A LIE ABOUT CANCER WAS THAT THE ANSWER? HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO FOOLISH I SWEAR I MUST'VE BEEN MOSTLY GHOULISH. No matter, Or am I her "Anti matter" days without trust in family afraid of yet another Tragedy, Days without sleep clutching my pillow with an infinite weep. What could I use to empty these thoughts with my brain, Should I be hit with a train?
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Hell in Dks life
Poetrymy life. but I start to have a hallucination? or is it a dream?
