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Who I was

Poetry By: Swediepie

A poem written a few months ago by me. Most is literal, other details just put in for the feel. Hope you enjoy it.

Submitted:Apr 28, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


My name is screw-up

I can't do anything

But be tough

Last night was crazy

I lost more friends

But made one with whom I

Got wasted

I miss people

Miss them all the time


Whoever I used to be

And even on good days

It can be hard to smile

And even on the best of days

It takes a while

And whenever someone asks

What my favorite color is

I won't be fake and lie

No I tell them what it is

Black is what I love

Cause' why want to stand out?

And black reminds me of

That life can get tough

So that I never forget

Who I was


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