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Backstabber
Your knife feels so cold
The temperature ran down my back
And my ignorance was sold
As you dug in
With no soul
Threw me down
And walked away slow
I didn’t hesitate
Because I was still in shock
You couldn’t warm the blade up?
Even a fake friend would have done that
Can’t kill
What never sleeps
“Buddy”
Be afraid of my veil
I can be fake too
You should board up you your house
But save your breath
You cannot be saved with prayers
The sleepless
Will mess with your sanity
Make you break out in stress
Clandestine tendencies
End with a good night kiss
-cindy
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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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