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September
The bottle is empty
and the streets
vacant.
I wait for the sound
of feet
but none awakens the pavement
I’m burning lik..
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January 17, 2011
My
Ism
“The fear of an unknown never
resolves, because the unknown expands infinitely outward, leaving you to clin..
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The bottle is emptyand the streetsvacant.I wait for the sound of feetbut no sound awakensthe pavementWho needs this?Hand me another pillanother drinkt..
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So maybewe're all f*****g brokendust collectsin the cornersof our soulseach heartache,each drink, drowns you untilyou're a mereshell
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Don't become a part of this. Me. There are fireworks in your eyes,Can't you see?I'm irreparable. Those fireworks aren't mutual,and I so wish they were..
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Something I wrote for school, a short personal narrative using a literary device, I chose flashbacks.
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Summer is over, and with it comes new memories and like everything else, it must come to an end.
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Raw version at the bottom - newer at the top.
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Blindfolded As I emptied the bottle, and took that last step to finally end my life I felt happy for the first time in awhile. I knew soon, it all be ..
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