RevolutionA Poem by prettybrettyyou're not used to forever after all the times they changed their minds screwed you over, left you high and dry (except your tears) well 13, 19, 22 there was nothing you could do to keep me from killing myself over you somehow. baby child has found their other 1/2 to fill their full void this is my revenge this is my salvation this is my baptism this is my happiness life after you! friendship is my religion and i'm starting anew. (revolution, education, they didn't put this in the Constitution)
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Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on July 25, 2016 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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