Seventh GradeA Poem by scarlynn
I don't trust people to love me
the way I love them and maybe that's why I came here, but he writes too. I knew like some old friend that it would have been if only I hadn't been hanging myself every evening only to find the branch broke in the morning.
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Added on November 29, 2015 Last Updated on November 29, 2015 |