as time flys by so does the fire that burns like a dynmite fuse. It seems like both physical and mental abuse, have been put upon me. these people that constantly pick on me and push me around like i'm a rag doll. if they could understand the pain that i constantly go through, then you can tell me it's amusing, but it doesn't mean that you can accuse me for something of your mistake, you have to make you own way to deal with it, but even then you still might find a helpless person to take your anger out on, then you'll be the one who ends up dead by one of you stupid moments that you've had. Remember as anger goes by don't let emotion get you best when you feel like exploding do it in a constructive way not destructive.
don't be scared to ciritiize the poem, i'm rusty so it's gonna suck
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Very Nice squeeks. Hey I mdified a poem or two. And I got some new poem, called Death Ont the Wind.
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nice
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EHH its OK I suppose. J/K It's pretty good man dont worry
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xD Woo woo
Good job! ur a EXCELLENT writer!
keep it up!
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Very good, i like that
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