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Heavy roads by weighted toe,
weary walker, of death row,
Finds the way with open eyes,
Past confusion, sorrow, despise.
Prodding mind to find a way,
this poem is really gay.
i am done with this awful s**t.
Anyone reading, guess this is it.
I'm not really emo anymore.
Or at least, less then before.
Ranting with poetry is pretty lame
I cant think of anything that rhymes with lame
Oh wait, I am a girl, or "dame".
I bet you thought it would end different
s**t theres another hard word different
Whatever, i'm done
done.
The end my friend