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Sad Little Boy

I hear your happy How can you be You hurt girls Its what you do And your proud? Disgust Hate Pain Those are the words that remind me of you Your a pathetic specimen I'm relieved were broken up That relationship was a broken one way street I'm just sorry I wasted so many years Being your secret Shhh Don't tell So many secrets I know them all Surprise I'm reveling you for who you are What are your true colors? Not red for blood and pain Not black for death and grieving Not green for hope Not yellow for light and life But blue For sorrow and sadness Because your are blue You are sad You are sorrow This is you Like a beautiful flower You pulled me in But beneath your beauty there was thorns and poison You poked me and made me bleed You made me sick with your poison But whatever Your a thing of my past Whatever
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brittany-comer
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Jan 4, 2012
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