|~Memories Of Living~ (standard:poetry, 85 words)|
|Author: Jake||Added: Aug 20 2006||Views/Reads: 1589/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|My friend Megan took off walking to see a friend at 3:00 she didnt get back until 4:00 She broke my trust...|
My mind bleeds My eyes can't see all this shit you pulled on me cant't you see you're killing me I've lost all my memories of living because of all this giving I do for you. My soul burns My blood boils from all the issues that toil within me Your weapon is a razor mine is my pen I write what I see You cut from deep within I've lost all my memories of living because of all this giving I do for you. Tweet
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