

And Done Over and Over AgainOnce walk down a shady street did I with lust for trust of an outreaching hand. I grasped it back and smiledAnd Done Over and Over Again
in want of an friend.
A denizen of hope was I. A lover of companionship I became. So lost as to believe that my ally was the truth, the honor and the virtue of a content confidant and a lover of me all the same.
A fool
with eyes glazed over by sincerity I found myself as. And then too a tool abused bt the one
i had nestled in my heart to keep alive my peaceful candle flame. &nb


MotherWhen I slit her throatMother
The only thing she can hope Is that i won't kill her dumbass not slow but swift and fast
Bitch, always getting in my face but soon that will change and she will die with such haste that will be a poem in my diary page
I swear that if i didn't have a conscience Her ass would have been dead with one chance.
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