DiscontinuedA Poem by Bre-ZI've knocked on the door of death, And held hands with loss and despair. My enemy is love, My best friend is confusion, My lover is alone. I've danced on destruction, And killed happiness. All these things I know so well, I'm living in my personal hell. © 2012 Bre-Z |
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Added on May 28, 2012 Last Updated on May 28, 2012 Author
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