Bryce King

I want to do what I love.
I want to have people know how much I care,
For what I do in dare.
I live on writing.
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When are you going to realize,
That I'm no free ride.
You know you're so cold.
You infest me like mold.
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His name hangs on her lip.
The thought of him lerks in her mind,
And without him
All the world seems dim.
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No one loves fighter.
No one loves a dreamer.
No love for the visulist.
No love for a comunist.
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I want to walk, but I run back to you.
I want to say I'm through with you.
At night this is what I do,
I try not to think of you,
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For her I'd die,
and to anyone I'd lie,
If It saved her as mine.
A girl like me,
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Death, Death,
That is him.
He so gently killed me.
He destructively held me.
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Hear my crys.
Hear my trys.
Hear my tears.
Hear my fears.
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