Poetry from a broken past
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Time is going bye-bye
When she cuts her wrists her mind splits she needs to forget the past she realizes that time isa ticking and her story is gunna be ending cuz it has to end and she has to fly high when she dies tonight cuz that is the ending to her story.
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