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Jun 2010
My feelings for some are so dark.
As they make these emotional marks.
You call me emo.
you call me ******.
Who the **** are you to talk.
Everytime i turn and walk.
You fill me with hate.
Like i belong in Hells gate.
i always feel so incomplete.
Like my heart is nothing but pure concrete.
i write because it calms me down
Written by
Will Lee Werner
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