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Eyes,Watching.A heart,Hurting.A mind,Racing.A gentle touchBurning.A cry, a tearSilence.I've never heard itSo loudYet so... quiet.What have I done to d..
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The Diseased
Loser. Geek. Stupid. Nerd. Diseased. I’m called all of
these things, but none of them are my real name. I walk around,..
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Passion used in evil ways,Disguised three hundred and sixty-five days.A song that hums an evil tune,Words that cause evil ruin.Words that jump across ..
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Simple
The clouds that drift though the
air,
An empty room with a single chair,
A checkered pattern with red and
black squares,
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Bonfire
The
red, orange, and yellow colors of the fire sway on top of the wood, on a
mission to keep you warm. Marshmallows and wieners o..
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A sunset smearedOn a cloud stricken sky.The color of the wind And the sound of a sigh.The blushing cheeks Of a secret lover,That will love you moreTha..
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Winter#2
The bitter,
coldness of the air nips your skin, despite your several layers of clothes,
including your couple of scarves, m..
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The shadow was spying on the twirling, mumbling patient. It was disguised as a flame, dancing back and forth on the white wall with the movement of t..
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A memoir. An exageration.
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I breathe you inLike nicatine.I don't want youBut I crave more.I pull you inTo be by my side,And let the guilt Build up inside.I sing love songsFor yo..
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