The End
i'm sick of it, i'm tired of this s***
my blood inside has turned to ice
i can have what i want, but for a price
i'm not willing to pay
no matter what you say
go ahead and hate me
go ahead and scream
i'm sorry, but i've been thru this already
& it ends even worse than now
you say that it's meant to be
but what you don't see
is that my heart, doesn't agree.
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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