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If you would only give me your hand, I could let you go. I
would not let you go in the sense of having you find your own way, but in my
own ideas, I..
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I feel the need to write to the woman that I had wanted to
feel such strong feelings for, but now the opportunity for that has faded and
so has my d..
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Jezebel loved him, the boy that she
called a knight; he was her life. Now, since he passed, she was not the same.
Her eating habits started to ..
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We all fake the smiles we try to
hate,
to try to make this world, only to have
it degrade.
It’s not hard to f**k up, it takes a single
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Sure, simply ignore the man that sits in the back of the
classroom, I have no quarrels with your choice. You will do whatever it is that
you want, r..
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He
felt her skin as they lay on the rocks that grazed the shoreline. The water
from the inlet licked at the rocks, eroding away their existence..
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As my father drove through the countryside, I sat in the
passenger seat of the car. We were on our way out to my relative’s house for
the holi..
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At nearly every turn of my head, I seem to see love in the
most peculiar of places. What I mean by places are two people with each other…in
a..
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I
will find my life somewhere along the line,
before
a time that I’d have to say goodbye.
I
will pay my dues, the slave master’s ..
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I find that the hardest trails live in
lies,
a bird with angel wings who cannot fly.
A story in stone, engraved in your
heart,
such a bad f..
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