I saw you in my dreams last night.
I guess there's still apart of me holding, holding onto something that might never happen.
Truth in fact I now understand and feel how you are feeling.
Ha! They say good girls, always gone bad; possibly I may be conceiving and I promise you that if it's true.... I'll die a tragic death... dying slowly and painful to shed away how much I've hurt you and the others who care.
I'm sick and tired of feeling as if I'm a monster.
Their right people like me doesn't deserve happiness only hell and should burn.
It's only a matter of time until she burns in flames.
18.02.20
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Non-FictionPoems..... About love, family hate. This book consists of poems. I've been writing from I was 9years old.
