the more

by Brooke bell
(dexter nm)

the more i cry
the more i scream
the more bad things that happen to me
i hide in my closet and under my bed
as she starts to scream i waish you wear dead
i sit there and start to cry
cuz her so called love is just a lie.
the pain she causes in my heart fells like..
ive been shot by an arrow or dart.

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