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My friends, my family,I write this with the last of my breath,the last iota of energy I have left for this world.I write this, to tell you all the lif..
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This isn't a fictional story, but a reflection of my past life. I decided not to use a poem because it's not...clear enough.
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Losing it all...
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Like a machine...
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My first story-based poem...
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We can't help ourselves...
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So...probably at this point, you'll figure out that the only thing about love that I can talk of is the heartbreak afterwards...yeah, I'm lonely.
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In any second of your life,does your neck feel heavy?Does it feel like somethingis pulling you down?It's the misery and painyou have in your lifeweave..
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The sun.
They say it gives promise.
It gives you a new day.
Time you can invest in,
devoting it to whatever you want.
You wake, wake to the c..
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Is it sick to accept pain as a joke?To feel like the greatest of devastation,is seen as a personal trophy in your eyes?Where every missed chance of lo..
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