I can feel my hate.
Something's going to happen at this rate.
Why do they have to be so near me?
They're jerks,
That's what I see.
Why do they have to be so near?
Why do I happen to listen and hear?
I guess that it was fate,
That I took the bait.
My anger only grew.
A storm began to brew.
Their whispers are so loud,
My blood began to boil and pound.
I wish that their words didn't affect me.
But that's not the case,
As you can see.
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I think I wrote this...like six days ago...
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Pieces of Thoughts
PuisiFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
