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Lungs were filled with toxins.
Livers were on their way to failing.
Eyes were, of course, bloodshot red
And arms and legs were flailing.
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Soft steps and a blank expression;
Hands held close, hushed words exchanged.
She is under his repression
Much like I was when I had changed.
Cau..
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Kenny, please don't turn your back to me.I'm standing here alone in the cold.My eyes are red, I'm bleeding, please...Don't leave me alone on this road..
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Your lips are moving but words don't escapeFrom the webs of deceit that are spun from your tongue.There are flies stuck in the tangling mess that find..
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A poem that expresses my struggle in choosing between a boy who could get me in trouble, or a boy who I would get in trouble...
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I guess that I was wrong to trust you-You've only done what I expected you to do.I fooled myself thinking this time would be different,But the fact th..
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Come on boy, why don't you pass me another cup?I'm feeling good,and you feel like you're in luck.So take out that joint,and let us light it up...We ca..
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When you're standing alone in the bitterness of cold,
And your feet can't seem to walk you down that road
That you are so desperately begging them t..
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Optimistic eyes,Look upon me and tell me what you see.Take a mental note of all my flaws,And tell me what they add up to be.Gentle hands,Find my chest..
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One strand of moss hangs from the treeThat sits by the setting sun.There it hangs, waiting lonelyAlthough itshanging has just begun.There have been ot..
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