ThinkA Poem by emily roseI sit here thinking, thinking about us, thinking about life, thinking of all the bad things. But never the good. Then, i remember you and me remembered how many time you hurt me, how you made me cry just from seeing you. Now you say I love you .I think you mean it so i say love you too but then you were done loving me just me no one eles your saying nothings better than you. But now when i see you i want to cry. Please someone explain peoples hate for me, explain why the world hates me. © 2013 emily roseAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 6, 2013 Last Updated on February 6, 2013 Authoremily rosecolchester, CTAboutLife means nothing. Death Doesnt come with life. Life comes with death more..Writing
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