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She sits in the storm as the wind bites at her cheek,She succumbs to the numbness.The waves thrash with anger.Tears stream down and mix with the sea a..
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The time of year when families gather,Sat round for Sunday Lunch,When all we do is laugh and blather,With wine and cranberry punch.A magic day with sm..
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One thing I have learnedFrom life so far,Is that there is a thin lineBetween love and hate,Courage and foolishness,And pride and arrogance;But the mai..
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each day the sun grows brighter,and each day I learn to hope a little less.
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the sharpest blade could not cut meeven half as deep as you once did.
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A head of scale and heart of stone,Lurking, prowling round your homes,The secret demon, stalks through dark,With nostrils flared, he starts to spark.T..
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