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Let us sit around the table and break bread
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Once upon a time, before the critics, before the fans, it was just me. I roamed the halls of misery and tangoed with the grim reaper. I used to write..
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The deeper the pain the deeper she felt the need to die
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You take a rope and put it around your neck, ready to give in, then suddenly looking into your mothers eyes, as you see her cries you then realize th..
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She sat outside with a cigarette on her lips,and sweet alcohol on her breath. As she watched the innocent little girls skip down the road singing the..
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There once was a astronomer who longed for a picture of a shooting star, he sat up countless nights to capture something so magnificent. One night th..
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I sat there and realized what I created, a monster. I could have stopped it, could of done something different. They say the past is the past, but my..
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Sweet, sweet lovers they were
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The last little part I got my inspiration from Ellen Hopkins from her book Burned
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