Since the day we met,
Wondering been, who's hiding under that front
A serious look, troubled soul with a frightened heart,
Of a girl that is not supposed to get hurt
Grave, she became, yet she added humour to my heart
.
Turning 22, from her I got a present
None of 'em friends to me, have
given
A pretty smile
She brought to me, amazement.
Isn't she a sinner?
That rules had broken
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I'M MISSING THE OLD DAYS.
MISSING EVERYTHING WE WERE USED TO DO TOGETHER.
STALKING PEOPLE, SNAPPING PICTURES AND LAUGH OUR ASS OFF ..
The end ...? <YEP LOL>
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PoetryPsychopaths know that the best way to exploit emphatic people is take advantage of our natural desire to help and care for others. They do this by orchestrating not one, but many, pity plays. They fabricate illness; they describe fake injuries; they...
