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You chewed me upand spit me outlike gumthat had lost its flavor.Stomped on me,letting my fire disappear,like a cigarette button a sidewalk.
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The beauty of a treeand all of the wonders wereceive-Shelter,protection,beautiful views,and paper.Each new day offersa new, untouched sheet.And what w..
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It is an obsession,A fierce admiration,and a holy attraction.Iam obsessed with theworld beyond our planet
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How it feels ironic tocondense you to a fewlines in a poemWhen to me, you arethe planets and the moonssurrounding them.
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Where is the line drawnbetween helping othersand helping yourself?Is this world not built tosurvive off of the competitionsewn into our DNA?If life is..
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I built your crownout of adoration andhopeI placed you upon a throneof importance andcloaked you in riches,But when it came timeto place the crown upo..
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The strings of my heartare tired of being pulledin a constant game oftug-of-war betweenwhat I want andwhat I deserve. Going further than fifth..
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She longed for identityin her poetry.She hoped for an autobiographyto be seen with everypoem she wrote-For others to see a storyfull of heartache and ..
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Perhaps,when life handed melemons,I forgot to add the sugarto my beverage.
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Not all days sunny and seventy fivetaste like ice cream trucksand zoo tripsNor do those where the rain fallstaste like bright yellow bootsand the pudd..
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