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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
High

High

A Poem by Cierra Leon
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idk late night and im tired

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Your love haunt me like a murders guilt
Your voice follows me around like a trail of blood
Am I high..
Or in love
you say im pretty when I cry
But am I pretty if i die?
Am I high..
Or Happy
Am i being true
or is it just me feeling blue
I havnt got a clue
what is true???

© 2018 Cierra Leon


Author's Note

Cierra Leon
ignore grammar

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Nice job, I could feel the emotion in this piece..

Posted 6 Years Ago


you will find out soon , love it

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on March 12, 2018
Last Updated on March 12, 2018