The Con ArtistA Poem by MercutioHave you lied too much? Can you no longer comprehend the past ,that actually never would last? Do you feel like a con? Then welcome to the club. Please just take my head I am better off dead Once a leader Now only a cheater I was born in the dawn But I was born a con This life kills me And no one can heal me So off with my head End this life of dread Love had never wanted me It had only taunted me So as I had once said Off with my head End this life of dread.
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StatsAuthorMercutioNone, ALAboutJust call me Mercutio. Some of my writings are better then other. I originally tried to make myself age appropriate for everyone ,but eh Im sick of that sh*t. Im a generally nice guy,who cusses a litt.. more..Writing
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