the end of meA Poem by Ghost Writer
You're broken,
Your bruised. No one will want you, Pick up the knife my words are true. End you no one will know No one will care. Straight to hell, That's where you'll go. Breathe your last breath, Put yourself to rest.
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Added on July 3, 2014 Last Updated on July 14, 2014 AuthorGhost WriterFLAboutI write a lot of dark and romantic poetry. Poetry is my strong spot.I hope you enjoy. more..Writing
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