Eryn Stone Poems

She sits, lonely and lost.
The wings upon her back is all she has left,
Inked Black from sorrow and despair.
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Loneliness is my best friend,
People make my life want to end,

Life can be cruel,
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You say I'm fat,
Yet your stomach is so big you can't see your feet.

You say I'm nasty,
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I'm breaking down
I'm hanging on by a thread
I just want to see you again
Where did you go
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