My yes, my no, and my 'I don't know, why don't you figure it out yourself'...A Poem by Dread SolomonConfessions of the mentally disturbed...
Yes, I pushed him down the stairs,
yes, he was asking for it, and yes, he was still breathing. No, I felt no remorse for him, no, he didn't deserve my sympathy, and no, he wasn't dead yet. I don't know, there was blood, but it could have been mine, maybe I was the victim, I don't know...
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3 Reviews Added on April 13, 2010 Last Updated on April 13, 2010 Tags: yes, no, don't know AuthorDread SolomonKuching, Sarawak, MalaysiaAbout'I believe whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you... stranger.' I'm a whole bunch of things... a poet, a story teller, a lazy novelist, a pianist, a beginner saxophonist, a geek with good loo.. more..Writing
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