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Faith
The coldest day of the year
Faith ran away
She screamed “My dear
I hate you in every way”
He was the best person to her
And she didn’t understand
That he only hurt her
To make love mend
Faith couldn’t take it anymore
She had lost all life
Her whole body was sore
From the dirty knife
“He never hit me,
Nor called me a name,
Instead he fucked me
But it is all the same”
She fell down crying
“Oh why did I stay this long?
If it takes dying
Then it won’t take long”
The wettest day of the year
He found Faith dead
He screamed “My dear
What a shameful life you led”
By: Mika Buell
October 31, 2000
10:20 pm
Inspired by:
Faith being me, trying my best to get away from someone…
