When My Sister Died
i stoped caring when my sister died
i stoped loving my sister died
my heart became a black hole spiraling into hell
n my soul, well i have none.
basically my body became a shell filled with hatered, pain n deperssion
all in whivh happed when my sister died.
ps.my sister didnt die but i did become all of these.
pss, i got the idea 4 the poem from a book
poem by Kerry Rivette
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