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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's just a little poem I made (:

Submitted: December 25, 2011

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Freezing summers; Hot winters. 30 below; My soul shivers.  Rain is wet; So is my mouth.  The pool is full with water; I try not to drown.  Why can't there be love? Why can't there be faith? But no; Everyone hates.  Screeching screams; Whispering cries.  The louder it gets; A soul dies.  For now I tell you; My end is near.  This isn't morbid; It's just peoples fear. 


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