I kept busy living
And busy dying
When time came
To end the pain,
I chose stupidly
And here I am
Busy trying to die
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that girl
PoetryRemember that girl who sat alone? With a notebook and feather pen in hand? Well she was writing poetry about everything she saw, thought and went through. HIGHEST RANKING: #299 in poetry Started on [5/9/16] copyright: all rights reserved 2016
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I kept busy living
And busy dying
When time came
To end the pain,
I chose stupidly
And here I am
Busy trying to die
