She was fine,
Het wrist weren't clean,
Scars of many memories,
She was okay,
Crying every night until she fell asleep,
She was well,
Silently wishing for her death,
She was dead,
She knocked down the chair,
And lost her last breath.
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Short Poems [Book #1]
PoetryDuring the making of these poems, I went through different types of writing so some may suck, some may be deep, and some may be good, it all depends on you. My poetry DOES NOT focus on my life, I just enjoy writing dark things about OC's and stuff. ...
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