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Well, im not really a depressed person and I think writing poerty should be what u feel not if it rhymes.
My life filled with hatred.
My eyes filled with blood.
Im wanting to cry, for my heart has been broken.
I have never felt so bad.
From the moment our lips touched.
I knew this was my perfect first kiss with the boy of my dreams.
I never thought I would find love, but I have.
There’s nobody else id rather be with than you.
I stare deep into my Bloody palms.
I scream so loud.
I try to stop the pain.
But it just wont go away.
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