Today I was angry,
so I decided to write,
and the ink was red.
Yesterday I was sad,
so I decided to write,
and the ink flowed like liquid.
last year I was tired,
I wrote my first story,
it was about a girl who didn't know what to do,
and I carry my stories with me,
after all, it's written on my body
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Depressing Poems
PoetryTHESE AREN'T MINE. These are just some poems that I really had a connection to. These peoms go to there rightful owners.
