CutiePie97
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the "Tallamant"A Poem by CutiePie97Sometimes breathing may be the hardest thing to do for the tortured. Scattered in endless shreds of filth and lust of creatures perplexed of natural d.. |
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Victory Never Ends QuicklyA Poem by CutiePie97The sweet smell of victory takes over as I search of wholeness in my body. For I have finally become all of me and there was nothing to be rid of my e.. |
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He as known as my lordA Poem by CutiePie97The sudden moment of your cringing fear makes your own obligation’s suffer. The sudden manner to accept all the dangers of your own past may rev.. |
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The BeginningA Chapter by CutiePie97"The temptation is always with you. Neither behind not in front of you, but right at your very shoulder to make the concern be untamed." I hear of my.. |
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The Unspoken Words Of The TruthA Poem by CutiePie97The unspoken words of silence filled the very top of my tongue, why do I feel such a sickness to my empty organ known as the very stomach I have in my.. |
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The HuntA Poem by CutiePie97The soft fluffy décor of my surroundings were perfect to me. The feeling of being in control made my adrenaline reach its maximum boiling point.. |
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Blurry Lines Of HalucinationA Poem by CutiePie97Words don’t even explain the ache in my chest that now shows along with the blood stained color on my cold pale cheeks. 134, may 145 beats in th.. |
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Why Of All ThingsA Poem by CutiePie97Why do things happen for a reason? Why do people act differently to one another over time without an answer? Why have life in the beholder of so many .. |
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Mentailty Over ControlA Poem by CutiePie97Those gloomy days of no return, those nights you wish of no remembrance, the countless hours of waiting…..and waiting….and waiting&helli.. |
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