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I would never refer to myself as a murderer.To be a murderer, you'd have to be human.I would never refer to myself as a human.To be a human, i'd have ..
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In my life, I've seen sadness
In my life, I've seen tears.
In my life, I've seen greif.
In my life, I've seen fears.
I've watched friends and ..
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Yes, yes I see you.
On top your holy mountain.
Hiding up there behind your walls, your sanctuary.
You act much like your blasphemous g..
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We live in a world.One of iron and blood.We, and our ancestors built,great things,while others took credit.We live in a time.One of decay and death.We..
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A memory, and a truth, that my dear cousin mustn't know.
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Why? That part no one knows. No one can know. For, it is our hearts desire and not our minds. It is what my heart wants, not my mind. Hearts do not te..
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He grew use to this surrounding, among the books, among the paper that was almost as thin as he.He grew familiar with the pages, with the words that l..
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jack andJilltook a pill in a glass of water that their uncle bill told them not to spill
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Every written word is one spoken.Every spoken word is an action.Every action is a step forward, no matter how much it seems to turn back.Every step fo..
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an ode, for my stolen poetry.
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