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Nov 2012
You can spit on me
The feelings I have
Might break but never crumble
You fall and I watch
As you burn in your own
Stupidity
Laughing as the flames grow
You can’t stop the downward
Spiral to the end
Where you sit, taking
My order, doing what I say
For once you hear
Because you can’t do anything
Else, you are waiting
For your life to begin
Forever waiting
For everything to be
Handed to you
Yet soon, it won’t be
Emily Helen Culver
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Emily Helen Culver
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