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I don't know what to do with myself.It's dark, and quiet.And there's nothing around.Not a single sound for a mile around.I feel so alone,Although ever..
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I feel it,deep inside.Burning like fire,with a siring pain.A sharp metal,inches inside my chest.Yet its all imaginary,in the realist aspect.I fall to ..
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This is a two person poem written by me and a friend. My friends POV is on the left side, and mine is on the right.
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Today (10-26-12) was our last halftime performance of 2012. This year has meant the world and beyond to me, so knowing that it was the last preF. with..
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A Story by Death
I decided to write this for my cat, Mr. Whiskers. RIP
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I know this has been said before (not the poem, but the facts and what not). It gets me every time. Please take it seriously, it isn't a joke. I hope ..
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Beauty is fine china,hidden away in the cabinets,like the face we like to hide.Beauty is fine china,covered in paint,chipped with imperfections.Beauty..
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