my past
written in blood
on aged paper
i cannot stomach
so in a box
locked
with a hatchet
then again
and buried 6 feet deep
but then your name
striked a cord
and sings a code
of a not-so-lovely melody
brings the box
barrelling so,
through my skin
facing me,
let the judgment begin.
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Author:
Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I wonder how the judgement well pan out. Let me know some day when it happens. Will be interesting to see!!!!
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