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Eraser
marks cover her hands
As
she tries to erase, all that she created
Scars
and abuse that torture her soul
A
paper winged angel, ..
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My memories of childhood.
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Be there.
The ink draws
lines across my skin
As the thoughts
race through her mind
How can I be
there?
For a girl I
though..
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The vow of never letting go.
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In our world, there are only two things of importance. Music, and love. If one is lost, we must still remember the existence of the other. We must rem..
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You tell me you love
me, but you laugh in my face
Ignoring my tears,
and my bloody wrists
No pain for you, will
equal no risk
..
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Dear Astronaut,
Year ago you flew up, into the starry skies
Never knowing of the battle, that awaited ahead
That would prolong yo..
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Sometimes we give our hearts to the wrong people...
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Fight for the life that you long to live.
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Midnight burns a shadow, in the man who stands alone
Beneath death's tree, the savior of the night
He prays to the Gods, of love and of darkness
Th..
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