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Tis dat month
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Let me tell you where this story starts. It actually starts where mine ended. Ahem. Hic. Yeah. As in, chapter closed asa. Still didn’t get it? T..
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As I crouch today in the pit, I remember winter of a different kind. I was a little boy, all of 3, who scampered around the house.His ma, da, sisters ..
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Chilly day
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The ground moves beneath my feetPushing me a little closer to the edgeBut I haven’t jumped yetI can hear the drumsThe world awaiting my stepWant..
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Losing Love
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He is a poor little boyLiving in a shantyKnown no joyDone no wrongOften left hungryHe is a poor little boyMen screamWomen wailHe never says a wordHudd..
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about new beginnings
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Gnawing at me,
I could feel the hands groping
Spasms of pain
Entering me every second
Dying is certain
The darkness sees me
I am looking for ..
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Fallen from the height, ah the sheer torture, The pain I bear, from now on I feel. Its not the shame though it can make me weep, Nor the bliss of heav..
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