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Sixteen years and nothing to show for ithundreds of tearsand not a cause behind itWhat is it that I’ve doneto make things turn out so unwell? I ..
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This is about a very cruel person, I don’t usually say such nasty things about people. I apologize.
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You stitch yourself up so tightlybut your scars remain and you set out nightly seeking a way to drain.
To drain yourself of love, of life, and everyt..
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You speak like there is no sun in the sky or blood in your veins, like you’re an empty phantom that always gets lost in the tracks of a beast. L..
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You drank her inmany times, but always saved some for later.She was sweet at the first taste,but the more you you drank, the more bitter she became.Do..
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These doubts have become the bigger partof you. I see itin your almost empty eyes, through the redthat stains your skin, and the trembling chin. You&r..
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It’s seems that poetry is the only thing you cancomprehend. You swat my words away as if they’re flies and remain completely unaffected. Y..
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The closest I've come to crying in months is when you said goodbye.It was far too overwhelming and all I could do was try.Try to hold it ininstead of ..
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We swayed like the homeless under street lamps in the frozen air,waiting for our systems to clear. You slipped yourhand around my fist to warm your ow..
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I stare down the broken neckof glass bottle, and just like your heart there’s nothing no more to give. Both a crack away frombreaking to pieces,..
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