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Here I am,At my wit's end. Tired of trying.Slowly dying. Wasted nights crying.What's the use? All I do is try.And at the end of the day,You can't - or..
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I killed them.I killed them to feel whole.I killed them to complete myself.Broken pieces, fragments of the whole, back together again.They are a part ..
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Little snippet.
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Snippet of life and love and everything between. (Rage?) And yes, it is quite bad,
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Nature often provides prime examples of the ephemerality of beauty and/or life. Chase after your dreams and never give up; often, our dreams are all w..
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Another winter battered the small sovereignty of Lysheim. The cold was harsh and unforgiving and once coupled with the wind, brutal. For farmers like..
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Regret once again rears it's leaden head,A wild, mangy beast!With doubt and pain trailing behind,Two serpentine, wriggling thingsThat writhe their way..
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Swallow down the pillsI need them to be happyCompletely normal.
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I go out for walks by the local boardwalk every now and then. Nice view of the ocean and sky. Makes a man think.
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"I'm bored," he said. Betty scoffed. He was always bored and it took lengths to amuse him. It never lasted, either. She remained silent and brushed h..
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