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Am I fit to drive?I’ve got a long road ahead of me.Death is at my doorstep.If I would open the gates;It would flood the oceans.A journey across ..
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There are times for laughter and times to weep,Seeking for answers until the moment I die,Feelings of anguish and delight, they creep,Don’t wann..
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This was for something called Poetry Month. Anyhow this was Day 11: Write about yourself being a terrible person. Make yourself the worst person ever,..
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At a certain time of day, a menacing man called Sly,Would prowl the streets, concealed by the night sky.In a dark and eerie alley, an alley unknown to..
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In the darkness of my mind, it roams;Too big to fit under my shoe.It’s not a mouse; it’s not a who.Trampling everything with sorrow and pa..
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Work for money, work for gold.You won’t be free, but will grow old.Day after day; just another replay.Confined by rules and law;When will we sta..
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I wish I knew the words that mattered; the words that would make us whole.It's both excruciating and invigorating--the thought of you being the one.I ..
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Being single is quite the bummer.Will someone be my drummer?My heart could use a beating;Hit my membrane until it’s bleeding.Riding the waves so..
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