Oh my contempt
Oh my disdain
Suicide is what I'll attempt
As I stand in the rain
There is no one here
Who can stop what is fate
Don't draw to me near
It is already too late
I've made up my mind
I'll not alter my path
Blood is all you will find
In the bullets aftermath
As I take my last breath
And look in your eyes
I smile at death
And forget my despise














Comments
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I ship that.
And that.
And rule 34 is totally dating rule 24. Im not even JOKING, yo. *jazzhands*
I can't stop writting
I already working on an 11th poem
and I know right
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My pen is attached to my lungs...If I stop writting... I stop breathing...
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I ship that.
And that.
And rule 34 is totally dating rule 24. Im not even JOKING, yo. *jazzhands*
I've done all these in the past hour
If this keeps up
I'll beat my record of deviations in a month TODAY!!!
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My pen is attached to my lungs...If I stop writting... I stop breathing...
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I ship that.
And that.
And rule 34 is totally dating rule 24. Im not even JOKING, yo. *jazzhands*
I'll still have enough up in the next couples days though
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My pen is attached to my lungs...If I stop writting... I stop breathing...
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I ship that.
And that.
And rule 34 is totally dating rule 24. Im not even JOKING, yo. *jazzhands*
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My pen is attached to my lungs...If I stop writting... I stop breathing...
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