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Arthemy Jan 2021
Her
Everything's my fault.
All right is wrong.
I curl and cry.
She'll just standby.
A blood ******* ell.
She dosen't care how i feel.
Tomorrows today.
Im all grey.

She's the tumor that eats me up.
Her scissor fingers cut my hope.
She's the bandade, that hides it away.
Maybe im giving up.
Maybe im gonna.
so first poem.

yay?
Arthemy Jan 2021
Everything's my fault.
All right is wrong.
I curl and cry.
She'll just standby.
A blood ******* ell.
She dosen't care how i feel
Tomorrows today.
Her evil persuade.
cant get away.

She's the tumor that eats me up.
Her scissor fingers cut my hope.
She's the bandade that hide the spots away.
Im not worth a life

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