I can do no right besides being wrong,
My words are like screams to be helped,
I make no flight except to the same song.
My verbs are words yelled but turned yelped.
I hate everyone, leeching selfish holes,
Take what i have to offer then drowned in turn,
Self feeding, inbreeding devilish souls.
Its selfish to want more than you offer in return.
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people do too often take more from you than what they should but your distain on the matter is heard .. i really enjoyed this one and the true emotion you have behind it .. im sending this one in
ReplyDeletevery good. i think i get this one....
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