Ashley Young Poems

Murder courses through my vains
You put me through so much pain

And know i want you dead
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I sit at home waiting for your call
Not sure if you would call at all

I call you up, your not there
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Shattered mirror and broken heart
Self-hurt pain from the start
With bloody knife
Ends soulless life
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When you call, you ask why im so quiet
The truth is i know what ever i say i'll deni it

You told me lies
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