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I am making poems. You shall listen.

Poem.
I don't know.
Deep skies.
All scary.
Poem.
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I thought of the flowers
I thought of the rain
You are gone
for my toes
this doesn't rime
but its still emo
thats what
I love about it.
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Everyone is smiling
I is teh not
You hate me don't you
I know it
becouse
im emo
as hell

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I feel the tears coming down
I feel blood
on my wrist
it scares me
but I love it
its raining
everywhere
my glasses
are broken.

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The strange kid on the block
that is
what I am
tell everyone
I hate you
you are so populair
I'm like so emo
so
hate me.
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Like you
I wanted to be
Like you.
Just like
A normal person
But I can't
I just can't
It's cold
In here.
Help. Me.
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Desperate
I feel so
Desperate
I look so
Desperate
I am so
Desperate.
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I feel.
Nothing?
I feel nothing?
Blood.
I only see.
Nothing.
I feel.