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Writers blockEnemy to allYou try to writeBut your words just fallEndless days spentNot a good word to your nameYou write some thingsBut they all sound..
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Scorched is my very soulYou have indeed taken your tollThe flame has fizzled outFor the wants of a burnoutMy world set ablazeI can't make sense of thi..
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sometimes i put my handto my back and trace my spinejust to make sure its still there.i will never grow up,never be beautiful enough,never pull that h..
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I hate love poems.
I am sick to death with,
“How soft are his lips”,
“The curve of her hips”,
I don’t want to hear a..
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A Story by Needy
A dream I once had.
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Pain
Hundreds of children yelling, screaming.
Horrified wails that deafen you.
The fear is tangible,
So thick you can’t breathe,
The sham..
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i want to rip her throat out and watch the puddle of her own blood pool around her body. I'll laugh, I'll laugh at the terror that will fill her eye..
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Come a little closer.
I'll show you how it feels.
To be stabbed in the back.
It's like a thousand stinging eels.
You think you really know me,
..
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Best friends isn't a label,
it's a promise,
to stand by each other,
to love and be honest.
Best friends listen,
when all you need is an ear,
t..
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About an old friend. Trying to manipulate my life.
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