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I'm tired of your face.I'm tired of your voice.I'm tired of your sayings.I'm tired of your stupid jokes.I'm tired of your insecurities.I'm tired of yo..
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Casting rays of light in your dark room, if only for a
moment.
It reveals the secrets you’ve swept under the bed.
Searching for you thro..
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The thoughts are weighing you down; drowning you in a deep
well.
Faces all blur together now; you can’t tell them apart
anymore.
The onl..
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Take my hand; let’s return to the land where lights do not
exist.
I’ve fallen from the stars too many times to truly hurt like
this.
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This poem is in reference to the Columbine shootings that occurred on April 20, 1999. Rest in Peace, God's 13 angels.
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Off in a pasture, too far to see, a girl sat under a willow tree.The branches tilted towards the earth, and the dainty leaves drooped like a mother's ..
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December winds blew you in, and I could tell you'd become the author of my story....Such tenderness you bestowed upon me, in a way so endearing.The wa..
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A story told from the perspective of the product.
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Why must the seasons change?The summer heat morphs into a cold, frigid chill.Rain pours in from the clouds, drowning all,In its watery coffin.Why must..
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Too much pain had consumed my heart for it to beat much longer.I locked eyes with brilliant shining buttons of sterling, black coal.I was immediately ..
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