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Written at 23 years old
Too much for a happy ending I hate feeling for worthless junkies Why'd you have to use and abuse To see her interested Then back away You block her out of your life Or you break the heart you once were mending Solo i ride Wall paper is more interesting to speak to Rather than an ignorant machine I never said anything I didn't do anything Except be nice I was friendly and kind Yet here it came You ignored me You tortured me You made me interested You made me like you Then you crush me My heart is frozen from all communication The pain in my back and chest The icicles cling tightly to my heart Spiking my chest I cannot breathe without agony Oppression burns my soul The pain is spread terminal Cancerous like it would kill me My back is stressful aches A flame of horror So much for my happy ending Can't tell me you weren't pretending When i love i love hard Anyone i touch turns to gold My heart is made from Gold The only love i give is a flame of passion A romance on fire hotter than fire on earth I hate to say this All the guys i spoke to are the same The ones who are decent are taken I am left with nobody I'd rather ride solo Than to live like i see the others In agony and oppression Coz this is not love I can wait Vote for this poem
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