Why do these people exist?
Their a horrible waste of air
Air that could've been hers
Space that could've been hers
My heart still warm with her
But no.
These people continue to spread
Like a disease of the brain
They do stupid things
But that is what they are.
The ugly truth.
If they were not there
Perhaps she would still be here
Warming my entire body and soul
But no.
The ugly truth is that words hurt
Words hurt so goddamn much.
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Poetry"I'm dead inside." "Great same." ________________________________ 130th in Poem [180909] Completed as of [040119]
