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The Truth
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The Truth

Poem By Pissed Off

I stand up just crying..
i feel your tear drops fall down too.
You cannot tell your crying.
They warm my body and tap
against my back,

Its warm and steamy,
The water smudges the mascara
On my eyelashes making thick black rings
around my eyes.

I wash up with soap.
It makes me think that im trying to wash away
The pain, hurt, past, and you.
Trying to make a fresh clean new me.
But it always comes back never
stays clean and perfect.

It suddenly turns cold.
Making my body freeze and shiver.
Then i know it is the end of this.
I turn hard to hear everything come to a hault.

And that was my shower.

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no matter what we do.....we could think of somthing good or bad hereafter............even in a shower.................