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Emos
We all cut,
we all bleed red.
We all cry tears,
and wish we were dead.
Some of us are,
inside of our heads.
When we see somebody we love,
our hearts fill with dread.
we all bleed red.
We all cry tears,
and wish we were dead.
Some of us are,
inside of our heads.
When we see somebody we love,
our hearts fill with dread.
Published 27th May 2011
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27th May 2011 4:15pm
haha ur dad's the first one to comment on this poem :) lol. nice poem man. i like it kinda just hits the spot
27th May 2011 4:16pm
27th May 2011 8:09pm
Mommy third. I'm so tired of the blank threats now. This is good but if you stain my rug with any blood I'm messing you up.. Lol
Nice work benji
Nice work benji
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1st Jun 2011 1:46pm
fine but i aint cleanin up your pentagrams and goat blood ;P unless you say please and i get a kiss ;)
