One Is Bad, Two Is Hell Poem by charlotte harris
One Is Bad, Two Is Hell
Every night hours spent crying,
Hours spent wishing I was dying,
You know about her,
Yet you don't know that that's what I was going to tell you,
Except I already tried-and failed,
But how could I say that,
After seeing what you wrote,
I keep thinking about it,
I can see it perfectly,
And that's why I couldn't say,
Because one is bad enough,
Two is hell.
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4/19/2024 4:20:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
dont.you know what i mean.