Crying Poem by Dude Dude

Crying



The Sky Is Crying, And I
Miss You. I Guess It Was
My Fault. Everything Is
This Is My Problem
And I Have Hate Following
Me Around Along With Death.
Soon I Will Be Gone, The Gun
Will Hit And I Shall I'll Be Dead.

Friday, January 26, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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