Bad one
With a special sass
Makes me laugh
Wonder what it is
That grasps me so fast
Riding slow
And then speeding up
Seems like summer
When we make it
Up
With the sky
So high
Can't die
Unless the bullets
Make me fall
Again
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Lost In Myself
PoetryTo those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed
