VoiceA Poem by prettybrettyWe all told you not to give her the money. But you just couldn't say no. So I guess I find it kind of funny. Even after you saw her in the casket. You said she killed herself. 'Cause you've never understood. That illness is not exactly a choice. And you still love to call people "druggies". In your disgusted, superior voice.
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Added on October 8, 2015 Last Updated on October 8, 2015 AuthorprettybrettyLawrenceburg, TNAboutBrett 24 TN, USA agender/nonbinary pansexual Sicangu Lakota Native American OCD, BPD, & ED I've been using this site for 10 years to record my poems. I don't write to be good at it, this .. more..Writing
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