one dewless morn.A Poem by Sarahsad.kill me now, stated the text across my chest smile, said the charectors across my cheaks find me dead, sugested a poem I wrote long ago please, was the word I used many a time, that was laughed at. where am I now? I am in the hearts of some and minds of more, I am in my livingroom on a computer, writing about myself and I am in a stench so foul it created its own name I am in depression. I am in a world of children. adults adolecents and other, I am other I am an uncut dyamod finding myself upon a dewless morn. confused hidden and lost. Bye © 2012 SarahAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSarahVancouver, WAAboutI am an artist, however I find myself talentless, my peers tend to argue, so I turn to those whom feel not so nessisary to take my side on said topic. There shal be only honesty please! I enjoy singin.. more..Writing
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