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Weep..
Weep..
Sitting there she breathes,
I can do this...
That pencil sharpener had something she needed.
So, without regret she took "it" and with "it"
she did the unimaginable...
"Is this where my story ends?" she weeped....
No my dear, this is only the beginning....
Sitting there she breathes,
I can do this...
That pencil sharpener had something she needed.
So, without regret she took "it" and with "it"
she did the unimaginable...
"Is this where my story ends?" she weeped....
No my dear, this is only the beginning....
Published 8th Jan 2014
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Anonymous
8th Jan 2014 3:45am
Wow I feel fear leaking through this poem and consuming me completely and I have not the faintest idea why! Very morbid poem.
8th Jan 2014 7:05am
