RetortA Poem by Mister RatI'm not bullied anymore, otherwise I stand up for myself.
For someone with no friends don't you think this is cruel.
Why would you want to break down such a used up tool. Why not start fresh and find another place to leave your hurt? Now it's only like you're talking to a lost cause or a pile of old dirt. Why do you still stay here yearning for a reaction. Why is someone's pure agony your personal satisfaction. What happened to you to make you this way? Your heart is drenched in the poison of this world. You're a blind fool, your mind is tightly furled. For someone with no love your life is the price you pay. © 2013 Mister RatAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMister RatRacine, WIAboutI'm a pretty miscellaneous writer in all honesty. Just puttin' it out there! But if I had to say what genres I tend to edge towards I'd have to mention: Fiction, Poetry, and Fantasy. I love to make.. more..Writing
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