Poem.
The skys are grey.
My tears are white.
I never seen my tears so white.
My hope is low.
Lower than the ground.
I know now.
That there was nothing to be found.
I lay on the ground.
Crying and sobbing.
For now I know.
Life means nothing.
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I listened.
What did you say.
I listened.
And what did you say.
You said you didnt.
You dont love me.
My heart hurt.
Baby.
I loved you more.
But you left my side.
Now I lay here petrified
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What is my name.
Im unknown.
Am I alive.
Thats still unknown.
Why do you say hi?
Thats strange...
Why talk to a stranger?
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.... What Should I call this. Oh I know. Chloe's Journal.
I like to write stories. :3 They are so hard to make. XD I make poems. And I adore I mean I LOVE MATILDA THE MOVIE! In capitals! Thats how much I like that movie. I can watch it 6 times in a row with out getting board. I have Dark chocolate brown co
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