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More autumn poetry, cuz it's finally fall and I love it.
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After a while, summer has plagued up the world long enough, and fades away to autumn...
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Cheesy title, I know. This is...praise, I guess for the classical poets. Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, etc.
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"You're no immortal, I won't let them deify you." -"Deify" by Disturbed. A lot of people worship others for the wrong reasons...
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I'm a teenager...stupid hormones make me write stuff like this. Although my anger issues long predates my adolescence.
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It's autumn where I live, just got out of a brutally hot summer, it's so good to be able to go outside and not get a headache.
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Blueberries, bright lights, and rosesShattered skulls and broken heartsBlood and rain, fog and greyI guess he's never coming home.
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The feeling of being really close to someone, then feeling them slip away...wondering if they even remember you.
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Tried writing a little something everyone could relate to.
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