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I Like to make Poems So Im going to post some in Diffrent journals starting now up until when ever.


This one is more of a song.


There is all this little stuff in the world.
Ya never have enough.
There always a dead person in this world.
Although they look living.
There hearts are never beating.
Theres all this little stuff in the world
You'll never have enough,
down to when ur heart stop beating.
Down in the dirt you lay.
All you hear is the creak
Of the dark seaping in.
Theres all this little stuff in the world
You'll never have enough.
All the way threw till your heart stop beating.
And then all you'll have is dust.