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; Boy: what you've done, can't be fixed

Poetry By: Cocoreyes
Poetry



Jus something I wrote after three weeks of getting outta a really bad brake up...


Submitted:Nov 14, 2011    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Your like an annoying song, that I can't get outta my head. I'm shacking, I can't breath, and I wanna cry. It's like being sick as a little kid; you look horrible, your cranky, and miserable. It's been three fucking weeks! Why can't my heart understand? You're no joke killing me and i'm ready to die. Why are you so stupid? Why can't you realize what you've done to me? Why don't you feel bad? Ugh... Just wait till that birch hurts you. Believe me stupid you'll then understand why it is that I call you stupid!! Well thanks for the five wonderful months stupid. They were great, but now I gotta do me and find someone better. Who is so much NOT like you. Well good luck boo! Weezy F; for fuck you! - Lil wayne (how to hate)




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