bella sometimes

Rookie (date of birth: unknown. date of death: soon, she hopes. / the sky.)

My Arms. - Poem by bella sometimes

i hate
the left
for
its scars.
i hate
the right
for
what it does at
night.
every night.
i hate
loving
pain &
blood &
cool metalic
scratching.
i hate my
mind
the most.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008



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