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I walk to my room and lock the door.
My legs give out and i fall to the floor.
I start to cry, alittle too loud.
And then I hear a knocking sound.
Before they can talk, I blast my CD.
Thinking to myself, I can finally be free.
I start to remember the good times i had.
and wondered, when did my life become so sad.
Why was my life no longer fun?
I reached under my bed and grabbed my gun.
Without even thinking i put it to my head.
Pulled the trigger, and this girl was dead.
- Title: The Girl who Died ...
- Artist: dooffy360
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okay =)
i posted this one on before on my other account vanessa_m but forgot my password. So im transferring my poems to this account =)
Well whats can i say about this one =/ lets .......... well i wasn't happy when i wrote this ^-^ - Date: 06/18/2010
- Tags: girl died suicide
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Comments (1 Comments)
- 2three4 - 07/18/2010
- I really like the rhyme and rhythm you have going. The subject may be a bit grim. But this poem is very well composed in my opinion. You avoid a lot of the mistakes that other people make.
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