Fake friendsA Poem by DarklordRead below
It was the best of times
It was the worst of times How else could I describe Those big thinking chimes Should've known the full blown Wind always against me Like all my friends before three Always lost Never found The most Of my heart began to pound Now liest in pieces. © 2016 DarklordAuthor's Note
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AuthorDarklordF**k you, A******s, United KingdomAboutI'll tell you, but then ima hafta kill you... more..Writing
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