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when you lie, your insides cry.
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she stares at the moon every night
with tears in her eyes screaming,
"don't you think your witty?
filling me with pity.
check your pulse,
al..
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I walk through a room filled with judgment
And up a stairwell coated with parasitic beings
I wash my hands in a fountain of virgin blood
Then dry t..
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I am a poet with words but no voice.
A poet with emotions, but no face.
A poet with readers, but no listeners.
A poet with a family, but no friends..
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lock me away, and throw away the key. it's okay with me, i'll never be free.
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now are you a sinner?
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So pretty, yet so do poisonous all at once.
When broken, she beads into a small ball of almost invisible and delicate beauty.
But when touched is a ..
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Holocaust
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I guess I can say
I want to find a purpose
And I want to find a friend
I want to see the bright side of things
And I want to taste the end.
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The Smell,
Makes my nose tingle,
And my throat dry.
My eyes water,
And me want to cry.
The taste is beautiful,
Heavenly and strong.
Metallic, b..
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