Why do you push me away?
Why do I wish we could hang all day?
Why am I letting you rip my heart to shreds?
Why do I wish to join the dead?
Why am I sitting here trying to be pissed at you?
When all I can really do is care about and Miss you?
This all always happens to me
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The Kid Who Came From Mars
PoetryThis book is how I feel while I'm going through life. Some people have journals and some have diaries but I have a gift a true talent to write poetry and I will grow and expand my gift till the day I die. My heroes are biggie smalls and tupac. The r...
