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Poetry By: WeirdAdolescent

i am crumbling

Submitted:Mar 8, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

there comes that time again when i'm

sitting alone at 3:49 in the morning

smoking cigarettes and reliving broken dreams

writing poetry i wish i could feel

thinking about ending it all

with just a simple cut of

the skin i've been trying to escape for years

cut a little deeper

get rid of this skin

get rid of this life


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