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A poem I wrote when I was 12...
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A poem i wrote in my dark moments battling with depression. It's about not fitting in.
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In memory of Michigan Carlyle. The one person who taught me suicide isn't for cowards.
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One drop,Two drop,Three drop,Four,See that smile drip to the floorScoop it up and mould it backStretch it wide and paint it blackPart these lips and g..
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A poem I wrote about my mothers efforts when I was younger to raise me as a Christian.
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Uncompleted, but leaving as is for the time being.
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Slipping, slippage, silver slipper,Show me the marks of those that whipped her.I’ve found the darkness,I’ve found the beast,That slumberin..
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Just another stream of conciousness..
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'When being hung they would only have a few inches of drop at most and thus many of them would writhe in convulsive agony for some moments, their legs..
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This chemical weddingbetween death and fate herselfwith all immortals attendingraising a drink to their healththe bride dressed in the darkest dreamso..
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