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The drawer is open. Her
bag is full. Never, she thought, will anyone forgive me for this. The man
that married her mother after her father died ..
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A fear of life and a fear of destinyA fear of growing up is intensely pressing meA fear of fate and a fear of regressingA fear of moving on and all th..
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This was buried in a flash drive from my 6th grade year. I was going through some struggles with an eating disorder, and I found this this a couple da..
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One year yesterday. How funny that I forgot. Something so sadly pure, Was something so easily bought. Wagered with shaky handsAnd given with no though..
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Just my little rant on art and how people take advantage of the phrase "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder".
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So "Story" is a rather strong word for this. I wanted to write my experience recently as more than just a blog no one is going to read. Lately, I've ..
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It's the pain that burns within yourself,When the light begins to die,You can feel it deep inside you,You can see it in your eyes.The hope that's lost..
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So as though to speak
through poetry
And to laugh in waves of
words
A poet wrights through
sorrows
And makes beauty from the
dirt
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Hands reach for mine,I look into brown eyes,And you comfort me,In a troubling time.You radiate inelegance,And Bollywood swag,Every smile you flash,Mak..
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Two pairs of green eyesAnd nervous handsA beautiful gownAnd wedding bandsHis smile meets mineAnd his hands still shakeHis eyes are wetAnd his body qua..
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