Physco Poem by little angel
Physco
i cant stop these voices i n my head
even when i try going to bed
they've got me really fed
making me remmeber what they said
i know i excate date
when sorry was too late
i creid convincing my self its fate
i really wished history could be ate
i hear them whispering in my ears
and i know there is not use of tears
i know sorry or days wont help it not even years
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