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Poetry

everything in this book is original. i come up with all myself. i dont do the whole "rights reserved" thing, but just dont steal my stuff.

it hurts

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by the-little_queen

by the-little_queen

It Hurts

A tear rolls down my face,

In a second its gone without a trace,

Another one comes,

As if in a race,

After an hour or two,

It begins to show through,

Puffy eyes,

Migraines,

Runny nose,

Sad face,

It hurts so bad,

I could die,

Stomach hurts to hell and back,

I cant keep myself in track,

Head in my hands,

Im now in a trance,

Im drifting away,

To my safe place,

Im sleeping now,

Hoping,

Dreaming,

For me to get away,

California,

London,

Or even L.A.,

Somewhere where I can forget the pain...