ButterfliesA Poem by nevershoutnever.%^&$ off.
What to do
about you, rip my heart out. Kill me inside, left me there to die. I'm a wreck and I know it. I tend to show it, no thanks to you. I want the butterflies to die as they just fly by, they're making me sick. I could do without, all they do is b***h. © 2011 nevershoutnever.Author's Note
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Added on July 19, 2011 Last Updated on July 22, 2011 Tags: heart ache, pain, love, romance, sad Authornevershoutnever.Royal Oak, MIAboutI started to write a big paragraph about my life, but who would read it? Emma: thirteen; unable to make decisions; curious; fidgety; OCD - maybe; loving; too caring; kind-heart; humorous; bubbly; t.. more..Writing
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