You call me a name
But who is there to blame
You call me a slut
Oops one more cut
You call me a whore
My body's getting sore
I'm fine I say to my friend
But the truth is I want it to end
Today's the day
The day I go far away
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Depressing poems
PoesíaJust some poems that I came up with They're not that good or deep or anything just simple things I write at night to calm myself
