I don't know if there's something in me
that is missing nowadays.
But I'm feeling a little cold.
I've begun to see the shadows in
my self-image again.
I've started to notice those trivial
little lies;
they're all catching up on me.
And, peering into my English class,
I starting to wonder which of us
Would be the first to die-
I think it might be me, honestly.
Because one time I pinky promised you
that I would wait up all night
for your call.
I haven't slept right since the night
you first forgot about me.
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More memories half flooding my mind.
Just thought I'd write them out.
It's not enough just to be angry.
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"And, peering into my English class,
I starting to wonder which of us
Would be the first to die-
I think it might be me, honestly."
lol ib kids... i dount you'd be the first to die... i might end up strangling one or two of them before the year is over haha
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Haha. I'm starting to think that way too, honestly.
I think I'll end up killing at least three of them. At once. Do a mass murder at a cross country meet, maybe...
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This was great
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Umm... thanks?
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A crushing blow to find you like and or love someone more then they do you. Anger brawls with love and forgiveness. Shame struggles with madness in the end if it continues as it does only the straightjacket will win so the mind finds a way to ease the pain. As always I love the way you write.
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Interesting. I like it. It's very personal and original as always. Nice ending, though very sad. I can relate to it.
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Thanks for the comment, here.
I don't know where this piece came from, lol.
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