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death
Death wants me to play
It’s so unlike what I’m used to
That I go along with it
And fall in love with the game
It’s like an adrenaline run
Now I’m losing my moral ability
It challenges my hand on a gun
My lungs burst
And I can’t breathe
But nothing’s ever felt so sweet.
-cindy
POETRY IS THERAPY. LET'S RANT AND VENT X] LET US RIOT WITH OUR PENS!
My name is cindy ^_^
I don't really pay attention to grammar when I write.
If you love terrible poetry you'll love me
don'treadthisnooo D:
I can be quiet or a riot, poetry nut,
constant daydreamer,
into charities and
helping the environment,
dedicated vegan as of '09 *w00t*
i heart piercings & hair dye.
music= anything loud x)
Hate normal/plain/safe
Am an insomniac, and chronic procrastinator
P.S. I suffer from O.O.F.O.B.D. (Obsessing Over Fall Out Boy Disorder) :P
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