When everything
is said and
done.
Gone
Faded.
Jaded.
Decayed.
Dead.
Wish.
I was.
Just remember,
I didn't chose to
be brought into this.
You just forced me through the
crack-hole.
&
Yanked me out nine months later.
Sometimes, I hate both of you for this.
Jun 25, 2012
Jun 25, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
When everything
is said and
done.
Gone
Faded.
Jaded.
Decayed.
Dead.
Wish.
I was.
Just remember,
I didn't chose to
be brought into this.
You just forced me through the
crack-hole.
&
Yanked me out nine months later.
Sometimes, I hate both of you for this.
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