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My Fault


I fake this Smile, I have for a while, But if you're happy, Then I will be fine, I'll sit here with a blade at my wrist, Watchung the blood fall from my fist, I gave you my heart, It's yours until it stops, You are always on my mind, Until the day it forgets, You have my soul, But there is no until, For my soul is eternal, Now I slowly die, So please don't cry, Because this will be at my own hand, I hope you will understand.
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Jacob Mills

I'm a young poet. I am looking forward to graduating in 2016. I write a lot of poetry and I have even created a poetry page on Facebook. I am looking forward to proving my creativity and go to college.

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