"Hate the fact that it's all over,
Hate the fact that this took me no where,
Hate the fact that my heart is nothing,
Hate the fact that I am still loving,
No more of the goodnight kisses,
No more of those broken whishes...
And the worse is that I gave up everything for that...."
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Shrooms Grew Out Of Your Words
PoetryShort Written Portions Of A Wonderfully Hurt Mind. Words and thoughts of a 16 year old boy, who's feelings change as each poem is written.
