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Roses are red
Violets are blue
My tshirt is black - such as my day
Dont try to make it better
Only one can do
So if u want that i like you
Accept the fact
That my soul is black aswell
If u dont like it, then fuck away
This poem does not make any sense
But who cares, its written in black
Just look at him… wish i look also beautiful like that
She looks like me
The light is shining bright through my room. I wish my eyes would do that again and my heart not hurt like that.
What if….
Wonder how high I could fly with these…
Kurt cobain’s diary
That tiny moment. …
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