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r.i.p


i use to say never say never, Till god sent you to hell. Now i say nothing last forever. as i lay here to dwell. The blood form my wrist, falls to the floor, the wounds form tour kisses, are becoming so sore. As i count the stars, One by One, Simliar to my scars, The counting is never done. I wish you were here, Sometimes we have to say goodbye. I love you my dear. but love has to die. So iput your name on a bullet, Hold the gun to my head, I just can't do it. I'm laying so cold in your bed.............
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Gotherman2013
thank you i had a very dark muse for this....my bofreind of two years died in a drunk driver crash he fell asleep in the back of a car and his bother drove off drunk..
jamieeriebe13
omg your poem is so amazing you are really talented:)

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