I dont know why i wear black. Maybe its to mourn the death of my lost soul. Or maybe, its because my relationship with death is closer than i thought. Because i comitted a murder. I killed the girl who used to be me.
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Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
