People come and go;
You don't have to think low.
They weren't meant for your life,
And they will stab you like a knife.
-For the people who left me, gracias.
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From Hippocrene
PoetryCollection's of poems and sonnets~ [DISTRIBUTING, COPYING AND PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME] No hates.
Knives of lives
People come and go;
You don't have to think low.
They weren't meant for your life,
And they will stab you like a knife.
-For the people who left me, gracias.
