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April Mar 2014
He was like no other

The small things that made me happy

Didn't matter to him

What really mattered was the poison that tainted his veins

It ****** the life out of him

And made him deranged
*new account*
April Mar 2014
Eyes dart across the room
Lips purse together
Shoulders slump forward
Hands shake uncontrollably
Feet bounce up and down
Stomach tightens
Thoughts mix together
her heart is beating
her lungs are breathing
So why does the world feel like its ending?
*new account old one I cant get back into, so you may see double of all my work*

— The End —