Shredded paper

Shredded paper

A Poem by Empty Spaces

There's a little black notebook
on the edge of my bed
there's stains on every. damn. page.
i'll read it to you on the day of my death
we'll i'm afraid i'm at my limit!
the f*****g book is almost finished!
I pray to God to cleanse my sins
before I breathe my last breathe
Good bye.

© 2014 Empty Spaces


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hahaha they censored me xD

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Empty Spaces
Empty Spaces

The Hole Across The Street, FL



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