(I wrote this all the way back in high school. It was one of the first few slam poets that I wrote and performed lol. Don't judge me. Or judge me . I don't care. Actually, I do care. No, I don't... Ok while I have conversations with myself. Go ahead and read lol ) I do say lol a lot I wonder why lol. Fuck! I look faint My hair seems rough, beards puzzled; face pale and eyes covered with pain Am I supposed to be this guy GoshI I have changed Am I just hiding the fact that I just turned lame? So, here's the story of the scars that still prevails I didn’t think it would end up like this Not leaving a single trace I'm jinxed on As all I knew about her, was her name, and no. of her cell That no longer prevails But what I know and remember of her is That I loved- I loved her- yes, I did It was a overseas relation, It worked We believed! Still the day I met her its bliss It was a sight love I regret I couldn’t yet touch her lips and kiss her cheeks How was she? She wa...
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