

Fake Emo poetry 1She was my dream and absolute fantasy,Fake Emo poetry 1
but then she left me in a pool of hatred,
and now I regret everything I didn't do for now the time has passed and flown away.
The hate still pours out of my veins in the form of a red potion
that make the strongest cry and the weakest die.
The blade resembles the one I once loved And she gracefully dances on my wrists
As if she were a gazelle with the hooves of the sharpest material.
The days go by, and I only wish
to leave this world with the most regret so that I can suffer in the eternal depth
I was rejected by a boy I really like who in turn likes my best friend.
You're an excellent poet. way better than I could ever be
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Someday someone will walk into you're life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.
And welcome to D.A
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~caitlyn~
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