mis·er·yA Poem by мalғy;a state or feeling of great distress or discomfort of mind or body.A battlefield Sending out S.O.S Begging for a savoir A hero Toxic air Filled with deadly fumes No life is seen Face to the ground Forcing every move you make This battlefield Destruction all around S.O.S is your only chance Death is your only chance to get out
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Added on August 8, 2014 Last Updated on August 8, 2014 Tags: s.o.s, death, distress, discomfort AuthorмalғyMt.Juliet, TNAboutHello, I am Taila aka Malfy aka His {Lets make some updates? Lets do it.} -I am 23, Libra October 2nd -I have a little girl; Leo July 23rd -I am still so white it hurts :p -I have a dog, Bella; .. more..Writing
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