sick little voices
telling you what to do
you start to listen too
you want to run
in the sun
but the voices pull you in
deeper and deeper
here we go under again
if you don't run it will be to late
this is not your fate
at this rate it will be the end
run before they get you
faster and faster
run little one
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Sick and twisted poems
PoesíaMy Poem book. I created EVERY POEM IN HERE so do not steal them. Copywright is not allowed, if you take them without permission I will charge you. My poems mean things to me please do not be an ass. I repeat again Copywright is not allowed and I wil...
