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I can barely feel my arms and legs,i can hardly hear myself think,i start laughing maniacally,i feel that this is it, i feel my self slipping away,wai..
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The smell of blood catches my attention,i sense death,is it weird that it attracts me,No,it is only my animal side,the side of me that no one else see..
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What is in a poem?does it have to rhyme?does it have to have a rhyme scheme?does it have to be a pattern?No,it has to come from the heart,it has to ha..
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Why am i here,i don't belong,i'm a freak,i see now what my fate is,i'm here on this earthto be an outcast,i'm here to be called a loser,i'm here to be..
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Music savesmusic heals,Music shapesMusic feels,Music criesMusic dies,Music changes so many lives!
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I can feel it.The feeling of slipping away.There goes my sanity.What should I use, my fists?no that's not good enough,Should I use the scalpel,no that..
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When I'm alone,I think,I think of what I've done,Where I've been, Who I've met,Then I think of you,I think of what you look like,I think of the way yo..
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