Between Heaven and Hell
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Last published Fri, Apr 4, 2014
This poem is about suicide, and it is pretty deep and pierces right through our hearts. I wrote this poem in class... I can get pretty deep sometimes when I'm bored or hungry. By the way I'm not depressed or anything so no need to worry. (At the time I was because I had just watched Matt Smith regenerate, so I had a COMPLETELY valid to be sad.) -June 9, 2014
DECEMBER 9, 2014: EDIT LMFAO THIS IS MY #BIG MOOD. I AM ALWAYS DEPRESSED and im only saving this poem to laugh at my suppressed emo self lmfao lmfao lmFAO
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