I ride a line
Made up of death
One step over
And I fall to my death
A spot of people
A spot of talk
I walk with my words
And run circles with my mouth
I make a face
That challenges the devil
I know not of the demons
You claim I love though
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Poetry Of A Suicidal Teenager
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