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I am dying.Clyde said to himself,he had been drifting in and out of of..

I had tears running down my eyes after i heard the short quick muffled..

Lichelle came to the scene looking for survivers,she had seen a car do..

dont f**k with me when im pissed off

This poem is dedicated to Simom james pacheco(my cousin) R.I.P SIMOM 1995-2007 HE WAS 12 YRS OLD WHEN HE COMMITED SUICIDE

its all about control

you can find love in the strangest places

you control your life and what you do

the world is close to ending

you dont know when your time comes unles you choose your own path