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Monday, August 22, 2011


My poems are how you can tell
If I’m happy, ok or just in a living hell
Some might be confusing
May show me abusing
Myself in terrible ways
Those are the horrific days
When I write funny stuff
It isn’t a bluff
I truly love being joyful 
But for some reason, I love being hurtful
Towards my body and mind
On my thigh is where you’ll find
The knife rape
My very own escape
See my smile
I want to be around awhile 
It’s all just ups and downs
Grins and frowns
The next poem you read
You should be able to see what I need
A laugh, smile, hug, comfort or a friend
To you all, my love I send

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