Blah
Bored of life,
my heart it aches.
I'm sick of strife,
I'm done with pain.
I do not like
your ugly spells,
but love, you cast them
very well.
Detach myself,
from such torture.
You're weak with wealth
break me some more
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2010
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