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For a sheep like myself,on the days my sickness talks to me,it's like a ship & sea together.The mind holds a million different words,yet I bite my..
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The meaning of survivalfrom a former victim:Their hands on your skinis what destruction looks like.When you are raw,everyone seems to havethose strang..
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Yesterday, you spoke to me,making me believe thatendings are still magical.There's a light you still holdwhich brought you backto a girl who survived ..
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Staring out the window,admiring fragments of sunshine.With the patchwork of time,some lovers come and go.If only our minds didn't rememberthe bad wolv..
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The man with the gunheld monsters beyondour understanding.A sweet voice kepthaunting him,a bit poisonous.Eyes alive, dangerous.Ashes on his face.Drink..
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Driving in the rain whiledemons badgered me.I've been blue.Horribly fragile.Keep your distance.Up and out.Alone, period.Small, sad smiles.Perhaps ther..
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Look at me--I am only one person.Always an outsider.Always separated.Using ink like knives.My shield against scars,against the nightmares.I do not fea..
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Ghostly letters proved thatunder every roof holds a story.Theprivilege of life.The plan of the Unnamed God.I cannot deny the beauty ofthe last time I ..
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I wished I was a storyinside a book.A girl blessed witha vivid imagination.It's your turnto ruin me.Your hand in minewhere it belongs.I think I'm goin..
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Poison sippedby innocent lips.Another night lostin paradise.A lingering kiss,sweet and sugary.If only time could stop,our hearts stranded on the shore..
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