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Dying
Im so sick of crying
the only thing that seems better then this is dying
im tired of my eyes swelling
i wish i could stop dwelling
that day sticks in my head
everynight while i lye in my bed
thinking of you
is the best thing i do
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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