SELF DESTRUCTIONA Poem by Missa
I try and convince myself it's fine.
The problem's ain't getting any bigger. Who are you trying to kidd? ya kidder. You got ya finger pressed on the trigger. I'm the one holding the gun.? Go figure. As if you didn't already know. I could see the crack's beginning to show. You know there won't be anything left soon. I presume. Nothing but your doom © 2016 MissaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMissaBirmingham, NY, United KingdomAboutHiya :) i am 27 years old. I like playing/practicing on me acoustic guitar, aswell as writing my memoirs/poetry which i eventually, hopefully will get published properly in a little book, and with y.. more..Writing
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