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inspired by Christina Aguilera's You Lost Me

this is getting desperate at its finest.

please read!

Today is the day. Today is the day I die. They see it as justice, I see it as murder. I didn't commit the crime I'm here for, I didn't murder..

Um... idk.

another poem about- you guessed it- innocence!

Crazy guy thinks he can fly, dies. Yeah.

When I was four, I was quiet because I was told, When I was four, the bruises were hidden under my clothes. When I turned eight, I started ..

She sat at the bus stop next to me the woman told me she was eighty three Her gnarled hands clutched a ring and when she spoke the birds ceas..

She sat at the bus stop next to me the woman told me she was eighty three Her gnarled hands clutched a ring and when she spoke the birds ceas..