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I'm disgusted with the fact that people spend an entire day being "thankful" but then they kill each other for material things...
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The water filled my lungs
As my arms flailed
Attempting to keep afloat
Like a rag doll
I was tossed, turned, smashed
Against the mossy rocks
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This is a very personal poem about a very real event...
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Your presence remains
Even if your body is elsewhere
Every trace of my sanity has left with you
Won't you come back?
Days upon days I mourn the..
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Our scars cry louder than the loudest of criesThe blood drips to the floor, hiding the pain.We try to keep it secret, use long sleeves as disguiseWe'r..
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there they are againtaunting,raspy and evildo you hear them too?
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I've been working on this particular story for years. I'm not sure how to edit it to improve it. It's one of my pieces I've considered expanding on an..
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*WARNING* Involves certain content which addresses eating disorders and self harm
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I stared out at the darkening sky, feeling cold all over. I sat on my porch, as I did every evening. The wind shook the trees and the eerie sound blew..
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The wind is blowing fierce, strong, endlesslyI feel salty air smack me, comfortingNothing at all feels more like home to meWaves crash hard against th..
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