Time outA Poem by WinterMy crazy impossible desire to be perfect.
A piece of pure s**t
Why can't I just kill myself now? I am not good enough I will not ever ever be perfect I am not worth it They all have far better friends and so the f**k what? I have out lived my worth in here grab aim c**k click boom
© 2010 WinterAuthor's Note
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Added on February 26, 2010 Last Updated on February 26, 2010 AuthorWinterNMAboutI really like writing ... just stuff, I sometimes write stories, I've recently started writing poems, I also like writing new things, and trying new ideas for writing ... or at least I think I do, lat.. more..Writing
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