You feel like an ugly slut
It makes you cut
Everyone around you
Makes you feel like it too
Water runs red
Tears soak the bed
When will this misery finally end?
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
