I have my rights, and you have yours. I live in the so called "land of the free." Yes, we have our free lives to relax in, but behind the scenes these politics kill us. These people decide things that not every citizens wants. So why? Why would you be like them? Killing us off day by day and breaking everything inside. Is it funny? Sadistic cries are what you seek because you are an absolute disgusting creep. You aren't any different from those others, and it makes me sob my eyes out. You used to be perfect, almost enough for me- but in the blink of an eye you changed. you changed not for the better. You need help, and I'm not lying. If you wanna be mine, just try and be the you from before. The one who made my heart flutter with ease, not causing this awful spreading disease. Is he getting to you head? Is it my fault? If it is, I'll freak out and run away from this crime scene. But is that a right you give me? Or am I being held back again? Kill me off and free me., as my rights are belittled and harm me.
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PoetryThis is just some short things I write about. Some may be about me, but some may not. I hope you don't get depressed while reading this. = Don't copy any of the stories that are presented in this book. Thank you.
