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Jun 2018
I love you but I wish you would die!
Before, if I thought of it I would easily cry
But since you've forsaken me for a bottle of beer
I don't care anymore for you my dear

I still need you for a roof over my head
But I'd be better off with you dead
You have brought me nothing but grief
Maybe it's time for a little relief

You're killing yourself and you don't care
For your daughter or me, it's just not fair
I have always decided to take you back
But guess what??... I'm tired of your flak.

You don't deserve me, you never did
You're nothing but a baby... A little kid
Your words do hurt though..... I have to admit
But guess what?? I'm tired of your s*!

So, I do wish you'd die life would be a breeze
Finally my mind would be at ease
Cause the terror you caused me would leave
And for that reason I'll never grieve.
This was my first poem about the selfish ***** named Sam. Or as I sometimes call him Dickey Do Wrong.
The Angry Pencil
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The Angry Pencil  52/F/Philadelphia
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