I Poem by sarah john
I
i talk to you day in and day out
i see you in hell everday
he took you away and i need you back so i take the only thing
i can find....gun, razar, pill, what about the hanging by a rope.
were's that danm rope oh well, the razor hurts to bad
pill nice and easy, will they come vist me oh god never
so i will go in hell for what you done to me my uncle and you will have to go to............
like me.
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4/26/2024 10:58:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
hmm...interesting...liked it.