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These are my poems and there not all nicey nicey. most of them are about death and stuff like that. i like the poems i write as long i don't make myself write them. you probaly wont understand them because there about how i felt at that time. i think i'm the only one that will ever understand the true meaning behind them, but you can give it a go.
Whats the point in being here,
If all you cause is pain,
Whats the point in being here,
If all you receive is grief,
Whats the point in being here,
There isnt,
But you are so get over it.
I sit here in my despair, (BR) With thoughts that make me want to die, (BR) Circling around my mind, (BR)Never leaving, (BR)Always there.
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