I like to hunt
Climb trees
Shoot stuff
Pistols
Shotguns
Bows
Rifles
Camp
Fish
Kids used to tell me
I was such a boy.
I like pastels
Candles
Babies
Dolls
Puppies
Chick flicks
Dresses
Baking
Giggling
Family used to tell me
I was such a girl.
I feel like punching
Kicking
Hitting
Screaming
Scratching
Slapping
Breaking
Throwing
Choking
Anything to hurt you,
You stupid, stupid boy.
I feel like dying
Crying
Sighing
Falling
Begging
Staying
Hoping
Screaming
Praying
Anything to get you again,
Because I'm a stupid, stupid girl.
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Yarr.
Written September 15th, 2006
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Aww, sis. Your so sweet in your violent, blood-thristy way...but I liked it, and the use of adjectives. It might not have been your best work, but caused a strong glimps of the two seperate lives. Good Write.
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This is really good!! I like it, because it shows how confused you are the way it switches between the girl/boy type thing or whatever, and it just made a whole lot of sense. This was simple, but not in a bad way, more like in a powerful way, if that makes any sense at all. Anyways, I just liked this a lot!
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interesting, i like it but it sounds a little bit hurtful, keep up the good work ill be on rndomly to check random people poems on my buddy list.
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good write
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