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SsTDOGRednek:

POEM!!!!! When I close my eyes. I think about all the lies, the lies that you told for all that time. You can die! Ya, I’m full of hate, and it’s just so insane the way it’s controlled by fate. Where I come from There’s no fame in famous because we know It’s all a lie. Controlled by the ones who make us hide. All that shame and depression is controlled Ya controlled by a puppeteer. Why can’t we hear, everything is controlled by fear. Making wear and tear until the trail comes up. It’s not fair, but nobody cares. If I were you I wouldn’t run and hide, but stand up for what’s right. Is that some kind of sign? Ever since that day, I’ve had a feeling inside. I’ve been fighting depression since my friend died. I found out from some people laughing about it in line. I don’t know why. Ya, my life’s one big joke A joke that’s been making me choke I used to be a whole but now I'm torn All I do is sit here and mourn Ya, sit here til morning. I act happy but really sad I go from happy to mad From mad to sad sad to mad And back to happy again all through the same damn cycle! going in a downward spiral

SsTDOGRednek:

So i deleted the cuss word... sorry about that... I forgot what we were going to call it though...

TomuraShigaraki:

Truth of the World

SsTDOGRednek:

Oh YES! Thank you!

MAGABACK:

gj!!!! I love it.

SsTDOGRednek:

Honestly, I'm so proud of myself!

theydontknowmelly:

oh, this is actually deep and like very emotional, this is a good decent poem i hope your doing okay though.

SsTDOGRednek:

Yeah, it's about my past. I wasn't always the happiest. But I'm great now!

theydontknowmelly:

thats awesome!!

SsTDOGRednek:

Yeah! Thank you for the support!

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