One DayA Poem by Becca
My death will come.
Sooner or later. Don't take advantage, Of how kind I can be. One day, You will regret it. My kindness is killing me. I've turned colder. And as time goes on, I've been giving up. Hope and love, Kindness and caring. I'm giving up on it. One day, My death will come. And you'll regret, Everything you've done. Sooner or later, I won't be here anymore. My death will come. Sooner or later. Don't take advantage, One day I will be gone.
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Added on January 28, 2015 Last Updated on February 8, 2015 |

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