test poem
By Smitha
As I walk past these abandon rooms
I realize that I was a nothing too
Thinking I had the power
Thinking I thought they cared
But all I did was mess it up
And realize the other
Nothing will get better I thought
In my empty head
But what I didn't realize
Was that it was all dead
Author Notes: This is just a little test poem I'll be writing diferent genres of story's and poems so ya
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