by Unknown
Oct 2009 456 Views 4 comments
Putrid Soul
You putrid soul, you poor excuse for a humanbeing
Who gives people the right to spout such hateful sayings
Are they that ignorent to not know what they are doing
Or do they not care for this heart they are scaring
My tears mean nothing to them, my words just words
To them their ears are closed, to them I am unheard
Who gives people the right to spout such hateful sayings
Are they that ignorent to not know what they are doing
Or do they not care for this heart they are scaring
My tears mean nothing to them, my words just words
To them their ears are closed, to them I am unheard
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Posted: Oct 2009
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