All I feel is pain. Spreading to each vein. Yet I can't feel anything. It's like it's there but isn't. I know I'm going to die. Why does everyone keep on telling me lies. You don't care. No one does. You never did. I decide to build walls to let no one in.
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PoetryPoetry That I Have Written My Friends Always Said I Should Make A Book Dedicated To Them....So Enjoy?
