I write poetry because I want to. I know lots of people but only care about 3 of them you know who you are. Bella means beautiful so that's nice why are you still reading this go and read something important.
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Stories by Rose
My mind but with apathy now
I wanna fucking die, here's some edgy shit from seventh and eighth grade
Thoughts that don't rhyme
I'm not quite sure
When i heard you died
I thought my best friend died. This is me attempting to cope with it.