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A poem that started me off on writing poetry all the time...about one of my friends that i used to like..

Submitted:Mar 13, 2007    Reads: 96    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

her heart was ripped from
her tortured soul
she was teased everyday
name-calling caused whispers
she whispered to a scream
cold,black blood ran through her
hardships were hell
cutting was fucked up
suicide was the only way to turn
this shit around
dark warm earth covering her
tears fall upon her face
her life got screwed by one single
one person that fucked with her
one person that meant so much
to her
her only true friend
who could turn this shit around
but he fucked with her emotions
now look where she's at now.....


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