I wondered around wandering, trying to think of what could happen if I did some thing that I didn't always do. when i throught of the way i would end everything with out a sound but would it really Change any thing at all. my end is here my thoughts are not so clear my voice is geting lower my heart is almost stoped, an my time is almost up i can hear it ticking in my hears. Then my girls choose was to let my life end here is this the end of my or is it a start of a new one will any one else know... thats it no one might ever know my is not just one thing its every thing a girls love for a boy or a clock that is on the verg of ticking. its not just the heart beat its the rush u can get when ur at the end of some thing old this might be the end of my for now but life will live on so will my but it might be different it might have other meanings just keep in mind that my life will give u a end to all ur mys.
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Poetrythese my's are not just mine but could be any ones some i have done some i have not but the world will always need a my beside a you.
