The Next Loss
I love you dearly but it's time to go. I've dragged you along and guided you through heavy sea shores and rocky roads but today is my last. Please promise me one thing, you won't dig too much into my past. There have been secrets told, stories to unfold, and many many crimes. Make sure you find them before they find you, then it’ll be your time. Grab the book and chant the words. Watch as everyone leaves in a hearse. But it's not me, my love it’s not me, it's a copy, it's a fraud, and gone you’ll be before you’ll ever be free.
(Hint to a second book to Loss Of A Broken Soul?)
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Poetry By A 6th Grader
PoetryPoetry written by a 6th grader that I know. She wants to share her poems with the world, and hopes other people enjoy or relate to them.
