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Loss, Hurt, Pain, Guilt, Life
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I stepped outside for a quick drag at 12:03 a.m. and my anxiety is firing in my fingertips. The nicotine burns my nose and I love it, as I breathe obs..
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After reading the Great Gatsby, I wrote this poem.
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Up she goes,to a strange place.She moves quick,no trace leftin her wake.Every move,calculated.Every step,measured.The stillness ofthis momentis sacred..
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Porcelain, she glows. Beautiful and free to roam this life in wonder. With nothing to stop her from the life she knows must be lived, she goes in awe ..
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A room fullof memoriessits in despair.Splayed with thecolors of his past.Red,yellow,turquoise,emerald.He waitsfor a day wherehis cruelsomethings, will..
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Her wrists,covered in a scarletweb.Lacedwith the burdensshe carries.As she sits,her mind tangledwith griefShe falls,to the floor.In her scarletweb, wh..
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He brings the glass to his lips,the golden liquid tickles his throatHe sways to the music,stumbles across the floorhelpless.He drinks another glass,dr..
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I sat down at the computer one night, and this is the product. No rhyme or reason.
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