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[rosie8755]

"Message"
 By: Carole Bernstein

you bastard
I have a terrible
how could you ever
aching for you that
treat me this way I
never is soothed and
hope you drop dead you
when I draw near to
aren't worth dirt and I
you I feel as if
never want to hear
big beautiful balloons are
your cursed name or
trying to fly out of
see your ugly face
my soul in

Comments

[anonymous]

Hey Rosie, it's Amanda Schenk wayyy back from Mt. Carmel, I found your livejournal through your old s/n and saw the poem and just... I liked it so much I had to leave a post, it's exactly how I am feeling right now. Like to a T.