You #2A Poem by coma black☯
It doesn't mean anything.
The words you say don't matter. Nothing matters. I guess this is how life goes. You're born, you fall in love, you break up, you fall in love, you break up, you fall in love, you break up, you fall in love, you break everything up. I guess I deserved this. I was always an awful person. An awful person that deserves to have awful things happen to her. I'm nobody. I'm used. I'm destroyed. I'm devastated. But it doesn't matter. © 2011 coma black☯Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 6, 2011 Last Updated on November 6, 2011 Authorcoma black☯NowhereAboutPeople call me Amber. I'm 16. I listen to Pierce The Veil. I hate boys. Yeah that's pretty much it. more..Writing
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