michael metcalf Poems

The rope in which we all hang by is made of three strands hope, love, and happiness and when all of these strands come together they have the ability to create a noose. a noose in which grows tighter and tighter until you’re pushed off the cliff to
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friends, they lift you up they drag you down
andeven make your world go round
a pair of people who wouldn't let you hit the ground
but what do you do when there numbers go down
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