S[he] loved [h]im and [a]ll he did
in re[t]urn was giv[e] her a reason to [d] i e
and w[h]en sh[e] finally got the st[r]ength to fight
back, he [s]aid he l[o]ved her a second ti[m]e, and so the
po[u]ring rain fell onto her [c]ity that was once [h]er own, but
[the]n he took overand d[e]stroyed everythi[n]g she ever loved.
Inclu[d]ing him.
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My Lies
PoésieThe average person tells four lies a day, one-thousand, four-hundred and sixty a year, and eighty-seven-thousand and six-hundred by the age of sixty. And the most common lie is: "I'm fine." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013/2014 - InkButterfly
