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Comforting words

Poetry By: purple pickels
Young adult

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Submitted:Jan 5, 2011    Reads: 41    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I am alone left in a room of darkness the sound of my paper heart being ripped love being turned into hate death being the only comfort to me Holding me close saying I will always be near hurts and willing to take you to a world of peace these words are the last thing I hear before my feet carry me to the dark life that I know and will always have


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