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First time writing a story about a teen vigilante called Alebrije. (Mexican vigilante)
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Amidst the vast expanse of words and rhyme,I seek kindred spirits, a poetic clime.My verses, born of heart and soul's desire,Yearn for those who share..
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In the tapestry of life, we weave,Choices that define the path we leave.Navigating the maze of moral ground,Seeking the truth that can be found.Right ..
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In the darkness of the night, a soft soundWhispers of rain tapping gently on the groundA calming lullaby, a soothing sightThe gentle pitter-patter of ..
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Hurt me once, and I’ll find my power,I’ll weave through the shadows, rise in the hour.A dance of revenge, sharp and so true,Not just a whi..
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When they cut me, I just can't resist,With a grin and a flick of my wrist,I’ll return all the pain,With some sharp, glassy gain,Oh, revenge is a..
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Mama said, be kind and true, In all you say and all you do. No room for hate or violent rage, No place for words that bring outrage. Keep away from d..
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When life closes a door, open it back upThat's how doors work, don't give upDon't let setbacks hold you downKeep pushing forward, don't frownOpportuni..
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Happy holidays are finally here, A time for laughter, joy, and cheer. The lights are twinkling, the carols are sung, Families reunited, bells are rung..
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Like the song Shadow by living tombstone
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