Mariah Smith - Dead.

someone shut off a light. im a fighter with no fight. my destiny, only God can write. Going through the motions i might as well drink a potion. poor Juliet, never knew what hit. Trying stopped being good enough when she took the best of the both of us. Like a bird who cant fly, i look up to the heavens and cry..Why? all hope is gone tick tock goes the bomb.

(June/27/09)

Mariah Smith

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