Passing of the daysA Poem by brandy
Passing of the days, my heart grows cold. Dealing with same its getting old! Holding down my own is only a dream To many lies and sceams Wondering where all homies went ! Laughing cuase none of them heven sent . None of you have clue . My soul is turning blue. Needing a voice of ression . I have nothin to bleave in . In this box i remain ! Going crazy insane. With each passing day my heart grows cold . Dealing with same its getting old .
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Added on January 6, 2014 Last Updated on January 6, 2014 Authorbrandyklamath falls , ORAboutmy name is brandy I love to write and share most of what I right comes from the heart more..Writing
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