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An abandoned road surrounded by trees,She travels up the path to see,What lies ahead, she doesn't know,But she's determined to see.She travels up the ..
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And so I bid adieu to the me of the past.
At last.
I may not be free, but I’m determined to be,
And the change s..
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Empty.
I am devoid of all emotions.
Consumed by darkness, nothing
touches me.
Apathy prevents me from caring,
But it also..
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Alone in my room, writing pieces of myself into my journal.
The walls have ears.
My family trying to figure me out, but they’ve never listened..
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Her words were honeyed,
Her smile sweet.
Her eyes held a glint,
Her hand held a treat.
Her temperament varied,
Her actions sporadic,
Her cons..
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"...For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed dea..
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In the dark and ominous night he was created,And it was in that night that his sins procreated.
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His ominous shadow ghosted pass. That quick, they died.
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Crying thin torrent streams have dug deep furrows into the land.
The world weeps its sadness, thundering, crashing with emphasis.
Your polished ..
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Their was a young woman who lived in her room,
She had so many books she didn't know what to do.
She piled them in her closet,
She stacked ..
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