You thought me worth a dollar,
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.But it's not me who's got sins dangling from her collar.
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.My life just keeps getting duller and duller,
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.It's because of all these tears that keep seeping out in different colours.
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The Ink Of Hearts.
PoetryA book composed of poetry, emotions, broken hearts and hope. "My heart drips ink on my carving stones." •°•°•°•Highest ranking uptill now: #11 in poem•°•°•°• This book is copyrighted under wattpad and no copying is allowed without the consent of the...