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MEH POEM
As cupid strikes that poisonous sharp arrow your chances of internal lonliness grow narrow as he shoots his one last hope he wounders if you can cope then he sees the lines across your wrist he wounders, will this love realy exist? he puts down the bow looks deep into your eyes and he knows just your beautiful face will attract all the guys. Write ur own emo poem if u wish on the comments. I lone seeing other people's depressing poems.
