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Burn
written by ieatsmellysocks05:18 PM 11/11/04My lighter sitting in my hand
The fire spreading as if on command
It smells like the birthday i never had
Just thinking about it makes me feel bad
My birthday always smelled of fear
Im making up for it now by burning everything here
Burn baby burn
Now its my turn
To smell the happy birthday smell
I have made my own Hell
Here i am watching it burn
Clenching my fists saying now its my turn
Now its my turn so
Burn baby burn |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I had this one written on paper but i accidentally set it on fire with the lighter my teacher gave me,so i tried to remember what it said,im not sure,please comment
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