Hello. My name is NatRouge
Someone had to pay for my name.
They had to pay the price.
That someone got shot. He was killed.
Blood splatters against the white wall. How pretty.
The trails of blood form into a brances of a tree.
Life still keeps going. Even though it's chaos for you.
But why must he end like this? Isn't there a peaceful way?
No there isn't. I wanted him dead.
A poem i made up on the spot. did you like it? unfortunately I hate writing poems so this is the last one you will ever read from me. I love writing and hate writer's block. I write in my spare time and I have a LOT of spare time. Writing is something that I can get away with whenever I feel scared or lonely or any emotion in between. My stories have love but not cheesy nacho love. My stories make you think. They are raw with emotion and they drip with reality...hmm this reality is making quite a mess.
I'll make you clean it up later.
Forigve me if I sound a bit crazy to you...that's how I write. Whether you like it...or not.
Let the blood grow into life.
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