My life is heck all the way.
For no one realizes what I do.
I've been ignored that not a big thing.
I wondered what you do all day.
That wouldn't be anything new.
But you knew what would make me sing.
But Not Anymore.
After I'm in the heaven on a ray.
My tears will be the mourning dew.
This I hold is not a thing.
I have watched the bay.
My mind is now clear for a few.
This thing is one of my hearts wings.
It was yours
But Not Anymore.
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Me, myself and the Grim Reaper
This is about me. I can write what I want but I'm open to your ideas and thoughts of this book. So let me know -.- !.! :)
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