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(artwork used as photo is mine.)
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Her tears hit the pageBlack smudges soaking inShe kept writingAs she wrote, her words disappearedInk mixed in painA diary in a sea of tearsPages swimm..
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Blood soaked in laceGently encircling her faceArms crossed,. laid on the groundNot a breath, not a word, not a sound.Signs of her struggle, tangled in..
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Rough draft
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What some might call strange I call my normalWhat I find diplomatic, others find too informalThe voices in my head, I call a friendOthers urge treatme..
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This is the first poem I ever wrote, I was 8.
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She weighed out each word, terrified of what to sayWorrying any wrong word might drive him away"I love you" he said, Oh but was it true?She believed b..
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This is not a story of joy I tellFor I speak of a journey of blood and of hellThrough fire and brimstone, with pain I walkThe smoke filling my lungs a..
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this is the sister poem to "Devil's Deal"
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"We aren't so different, you and I"With her friend at her side she peered into the sky"Though your skin is dark and mine is light,We both eat, we both..
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