notaprincess9

"Can’t they see through my skin, can’t they see that I am nothing?"- Charles Bukowski
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He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
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I passed away on a Sunday
my parents didn't answer
when I called for help
they were in church
in their nice clothes
praying to God
about more important
things