Murderer Poem by Mariah Doodles

Murderer



Your murdered me;
At the soul.
You made me weak in the knee;
you f*cking troll.
You made it seem I did nothing right;
your the reason I stayed up and cried.
You made me to weak to fight;
your the reason that I died.

Your a murderer.

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