There's a longing feeling looking out in this ride
Where emptiness fills and there it looks to glide
Where fun is dead and the ice has no slide
The longing is just here and it's stay to play and hide
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My Jumping ( failure at suicide )
PoesiaIf you like creepypastas read this. Also there are many poems that don't have creepypasta don't worry you'll see them because of the titles. DO NOT COPY MY WORK ALL OF THIS IS FROM MY MIND. Also please give criticism it will help me enhance my poem...
