| Imbalance | ||||||||
| Its pointless and this will not last, Continues day by day. It's boring- very meaningless, Despite what I may say. So whats the use in going on, Advantages are what? Why don't I simply end it now, With just one simple cut. For Justin does have Kelly, And Amy has her Greg. Olga does have everyone, I'm a yoke without an egg. Don't have real reason to go on, And missed- I will not be, I'm awkward, shy and pitiful, Inside myself I see. I take the gun into my mouth, It's loaded just one time. I pull with force, fall to the ground, I wrote my final rhyme... By: Sara Jacobson |
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