joanne kat meek Poems

I shout you shout, we fight no one back's down, you walk I follow, you turn into sharp pains and wet floor's only to see the knife in you and your blood on the floor as your soul leave's your body
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Open doors to let the darkness in Open doors to let the sorrow in. Open doors to let the hurt in. Open doors takes away my soul. Open doors to and dead comes in. Open doors to see that I am no more
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