Get Up and Move.

Spit out curses

That they don't even know the meaning of

But they same them,making you feel even worse


Turn the page

From your book

And realise that your going to get past the rage

The tormented days

Won't last forever

Even though your mood

Suits the whether


This horror story your reading

Will only continue your bleeding

So get up,and move.

The End

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