Today.A Poem by BrokenChildren
The lines I wear around my wrist, are to prove that I exist.
I'm tired of trying, sick of crying, I know I'm smiling but inside I'm dying. Life is a dick, so when it gets hard, f**k it. © 2012 BrokenChildren |
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Added on May 24, 2012 Last Updated on May 24, 2012 Author
BrokenChildrenCouncil Bluffs, IAAboutSetting bad examples for teens since 2000, if you know what I mean.. This is what you all get for judging us kids like this, Cheerio. Writing is my passion, it's the art I live for. Same it is to .. more..Writing
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