My Problem - Poem by Darian Bauer
All my problems are building up.!
And baby your one of them.
I hate how yew make me feel..
It's so wrong but it could be right.!
And what yew say to me makes my night.!
But your my problem with my heart.!
Your the one that broke it.
So I crawl into my ball and fall into a endless
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