Passing of the days

A 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

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