LonerA Poem by Death's Poet
She did what they were scared to do.
She wore her loner soul on her like a tattoo She lived alone for what she stood for Her resolve sent others through the door But it was okay, Alone but so free Sometimes that's the best thing for a loner to be
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3 Reviews Added on May 8, 2015 Last Updated on May 8, 2015 AuthorDeath's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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