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torn
Papers are crumpled As I am writing this poem My brain is crushing my skull Thinking of words to elaborate My hands are sweating Just to write this crap Because you get our friendship is torn apart With your big loud mouth How dare you tell me And how dare you scum me up I'm such an idiot to be your friend All is gone Because its all torn apart Torn because of you
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ŠNovember 2003 by Vanya Robiso respect, do not steal. |