Never will, Never do || Love Story

Never will, Never do || Love Story

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Last published Sat, Oct 27, 2018

depression life married murder poem

"Why don't I feel Any emotion..I killed your family.But why...The voices aren't gonna stop me.." "I'm not mad at you...But I Love You" The voices inside You Never Stop's. A living girl who had a difficult life, writes a poem about Her relationship back then with her Friend whom she calls to be her crush But it dies down as His Girlfriend. The girls, Beat Her to death. Knowing that he won't help she writes what happens everyday to her unknowingly not telling anyone about it. Not once her friend.. She cries everyday Once and Once when Her friend always gets a girl to fuck with and she hates it wanting it to go away until she ignores Him but it completely changes. She is now dead living her life with her husband in heaven leaving the notebook/Peom book she had since in high school to death. ~~~~ {UnFinished} #Sych #Murder #88For6Ix0Ero #Love

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