truth is pain, truth can lie.
so can you, words can die.
you were so caught up in the maze called life you never heard my troubled cries.
Life is short like a dream,or so it seems.
death can only be feared by those alive.
you never heard my troubled cries.
knives are sharp, knives take lives.
I took my own right in front of your eyes,
you pretended to be suprised like you never heard my troubled cries.
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this is a place were i post my poems whitch are my true feelings
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