*She* says that it's still cold tonight and *she* keeps telling me that it's all in my mind i'm shaking because i've sold so many souls and the one in the corner is the only one i can't find. i still blame myself just so i may blame no one else. i'm sorry i killed myself yesterday but i keep forgeting that i'm real now it gets so hard to tell But *She* can bring me back again because *She* is the deepest shade of the deepest color of me (for Gwynne and me...)
Reason for writing:
i wrote this because sometimes confusion reigns supreme,and sometimes we tend to lose sight of the fact that confusion
may be the easiest way out,but it always finite.i've been given more chances then i'm sure i deserve and,although it could be argued otherwise,there's always been an invisible,underlying reason that makes it my fault and my responsibility.(Just in case you may want to know,i'm almost 15 and this is my first attempt at publishing my
poetry.)
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