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Cold prickles of fear,
Skin burning in shame,
I can't have you near,
I can't take the blame.
You said you didn't want me,
You said I hardly matte..
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A familiar feeling creeps into your heart,Hot flushes of pain take over all senses.Every heart beat seems like effortAnd each breath barely rattles ou..
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You know what they say: write what you know best.
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Just trying to find my place.
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Give me back my inspiration.
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A midrash/short story I had to write for my Theology class. It's easier to understand if you've read 2 Samuel 11 in the Bible, but it's not imperative..
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Not my best, but I hope you enjoy it.
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A poem similar to my earlier piece, "Life of Lies". About abuse, sorrow, and suicide.
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An experience with the Devil, inspired by my friend's poem a little bit.
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Recent decisions and isolation have bound me, and I finally managed to translate it into poetry. Enjoy.
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