And now for a random poem.
evrey night when You try to sleep
All that comes is a bitter weep
And all the while those empty eyes
are singing the song of your demise
What you didnt know is that he was a dad
two sons and another soon to be had
You didnt know when you pulled the gun
that he was buying birthday cake for his son
It started out as a song last night but now its a poem....
No i am not emo.
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