I loved my little pony
that my mother bought for me.
...
I Woke up on this morning,
and I was feeling great!
but one look in the mirror
and I knew my hairless fate
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I step into the apartment I call hell.
It wants my money
and it wants my soul.
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When my teacher called me a poet,
she must've been insane!
There's not an ounce of poetry
inside my empty brain!
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how i wish upon a star
til evening turns to early dawn
how i wish and wonder why
these poems of death
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