Taken From Me

Poem By Paige Keever

Why have they taken this form me? Swallowed down in to the deep dark depths, of the ruin he calls love. The place where love and hate combine. In which they commense deaths of the loved. Therefore creating a sickend madness of a spiraling downfall to a little girls intuition.

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