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I can feel it,I can see it.What ever it is it whispers to me.It's feeling is killing.The touch that it's making,This feeling of anothers life...Uncont..
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I don't know how to describe it.
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I wrote this poem at 4:39 this morning. I couldn't sleep and I used my PSP for light. I thought of that one person who I care about.
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Nothing.
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The passion that shows,Your consern it grows,Your hate that is free,The love that isn't meant to be,My feelings that are fake,You let my heart break,T..
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Rescue me, Escape from your embrace.Strange feelings rush through the body as Time passes by me,I leave you standing with no one left to love and ther..
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Unforgivable compasion for a person.
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tip-tap
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Flower of Death
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Death of the one that you cared most about and you said your last words and they didn't get to say theirs.
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