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The progression of decay from start to finish

A panic induced poem.

The haze that accompanies a late night hangover.

It really sucks when you feel this way on a daily basis.

Perhaps, behind the canopy of trees, you'll get a bit more than you bargained for.

It was just a dream. Just a dream.

The lonliness is deep within my soul I can't seem to escape it, wandering the streets and feeling lost as the moon shines down upon my back. You ..

I wish I had some inspiration Besides postmodern telecommunication Torrid Affairs of love and lies Behind they sink through perfect eyes Alone..

Baby steps. Just take it day by day. Baby steps, one more and you'll make it through. Endure. Why does that word sound so foreign to me? Yield. Sig..

"So go ahead," I yell, as you walk out the door in front of me. "A w***e has a thousand names," I cry, but no tears will come, ..