Category : Poems

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There were people in my
Life who called themselves
Friends;
But they turned out to be
Wicked,
Sometimes you will have
Those like this;
The memories of pain I wish
To burn it all.
Fire;
Family are mostly likely to be
What you admire,
Rebuild yourself as though
You're fixing an empire.
A thousand troublesome
Dreams come to me each
Dream;
My mind burns it all so I won't
Have to scream.
Depressional drowning;
It gets harder to breathe,
We'll constantly be frowning.