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Hatred
January 26, 2012
When hatred shallow's your mind,
you will never be kind.
All you want to do is fight,
and throw partties all night.
Getting sick of people stabbing you in the back,
your happyness is what you will lack.
Pain and Suffering grow's stronger,
this life you can't take no longer.
You put the gun to your head,
thinking everything will be better when your dead.
In a bloody blast,
you got your final wish at last!
© Maria B., Boston, MA
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electra_wolf BRONZE said...
on Feb. 7 2012 at 8:46 pm
lol not saying my FFF. mahaha.
chloena_garrett GOLD said...
on Feb. 7 2012 at 8:04 pm
lol..... okayyyy sooo what are you getting me for valentines, by the way cuz i want to know. YOU CANT KEEP IT A SECRET!!!! :D
electra_wolf BRONZE said...
on Feb. 6 2012 at 8:58 am
i know me and my dyslexic...... i hate having it..... and thanks chloe see you in class....
chloena_garrett GOLD said...
on Feb. 6 2012 at 8:56 am
Dang girl. lol. its good. some is misspelled.... lol oh welllllll.
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