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Lydia, a small town in Louisiana,
is best known for its quietness and crawfish, but what I am about to tell you
is not a happy story. It is a st..
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R.I.P Robin Williams
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The flow of words,
The strumming of the guitar,
Simple keys on the piano.
A step to the right,
A step to the left,
The sway of my h..
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I stood in the vast room, like every night, talking to my fellow friends. We laughed and chattered about life, anime, and what not. Then I heard him, ..
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I sit here, staring
at the blank page.
I wonder where the words have gone.
I think I know what I want to write.
Yet I fail to type what is n..
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When the sun fallsAnd the stars arriveThere are these thingsThat stir in me.My mind digs inThe darkest holes.Trying to createThis Hades.When will thes..
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A long time ago,
Beneath an old oak tree.
Cara lay there,
Dreaming of becoming famous.
Even dreams can become nightmares.
Feelings ..
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I don't want to do this.My eyes are heavyand my body is limp.I can't do this.My eyes are shuttingand my body slumps.Slumber, slumber.My body craves it..
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Edgar Allen Poe. A puppet to tragedy.Crimson and gold words.
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A dark room.Behind a door.Calling for anyone.Death is near.Even with a strong soul.Fear lingers.Gruesome images fill her sweet mind.Hell is almost ove..
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