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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1698818
Something I wrote 3 years ago, and it holds memories so I'm not going to change it. :)
I am rich, I am poor
I love my mom more than doors
I'm with my friends and a horror, your
with us and that horror she hooked
up with your friend, named Jimmi Maine
I hate cows and so do you, why don't
we get one, and kill it too.
If death is real, then why did it kill my
grandma Sue and her lion too?
I hooked up with this guy, but we were friends,
then I found out the horror slept with him, so I
went to his house and stabbed him in the chest.
The next morning she found him dead in his bed,
looking like he's asleep but really is dead. My mom
said to me that my boyfriend is dead, I pretended
to cry, then I went to my room and laughed all night.
I like to skate in my lies, it fills me up
with taste lives. My friends are cool but they
hate me. My friend Jai is cute to say, but
his attitude is so stiff and gay.
My other friend CJ is so charming and sweet,
but that's to me
Me? I'm just a typical person just like my friend
his name is Taÿ, in his head. Taÿ has a twin brother
named tayler, I call him Trae.
The horror is not my friend, but I pretend to be her
friend. My thoughts about her are she hooked up with
my friends friend and she's retarded, stupid and gay.
My big brothers name is Kyle Kay, I know it's stupid
and retarded but I have to live with it. I can't wait to
move out and not live with these dorks.
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