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Close your eyes,
Just sink right in to it.
Nice and slow,
So that you can feel every thing.
Don't breath;
Not yet.
Wait until your all t..
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I wrote this when I was about 14, nothing creative about it, just expressing a fantasy I had at the time, so I could waste time. Thank god I've grown ..
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Random but it explains my emotions lately. :)
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idk, it just came to me and screamed "Write this down b***h!!" lol no rly, it did....
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In a room full of whispers one never screams,
Because a broken silence follows,
And after that are cries of the damned as they reach up,
Blacked..
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My broken darling,
Close your eyes,
All you need,
Are Satan's lies,
My broken darling,
With tears so clear,
I promise there is,
everything to f..
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Is a promise still a promise,
Under lusts blanket?
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The flowers were supposed to be fake,
But something went wrong.
They're real,
So real...
And the thorns rip my flesh,
As they're taken from me.
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It's like a vase of fake flowers.
You can see it,
And feel it.
But you can't feel their live, waxy surfaces,
Or smell their fragrences,
And sin..
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an old poem
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