What's the point anymore?
My world is slowly Dissapearing.
The trees are breaking the grass is dying. Flowers don't bloom anymore.The only thing that is left is an old, sad, lonely, swing set. That two people once swung on with hope in their eyes.
Now all that's left is a broken dream.
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Welcome To Hell .6 (Growing up Series)
PoetryWelcome to Hell. Growing Up Book Series's. 6