One last word before I say goodbye.
One last note to the world.
Fifteen years have flown by fast.
Fifteen years I've wished for death.
Never fitting in, an outcast among outcasts.
Lost in a world that never wanted, never gave,
only took.
So in one last word that says a million things,
I take one last razors kiss,
deep, passionate, furious and tender all at once.
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Flowing in a way. Just a tip. Always proof read before you submit, cause it looks like you have some spelling mistakes. Over all though nice job, if you want check out my poems and tell me what you think.: ] ~Monica Rose