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The torment I encounter,The suffering I endure,The injuries I acquired,There is no cure.
When I'm caughtIn a whirlpool ofInescapable agony,I feel the..
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My anger isA burning fire.It is reinforced By my lethal desire.My anger hasAccumulated over the years.With my eyesI shed forbidden tears.My anger caus..
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I wrote this poem at fuge, which is a church camp for all churches at a university in south Carolina. I learned a lot while I was there and got closer..
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I need my bladeTo find myself.I need to feel itSlice my skin.I need my blade toCut deep.I need it toLeave marks.I need it forMy pain.I need it toBleed..
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This is for six worded short story contests.
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It's too lateFor you and me.We're not whatWe use to be.It's too lateTo take me back.For a soul mateI do not lack.It's too late;I don't want you.I know..
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Someday,You won't be drunk.Someday,You won't be in a funk.Someday,You will care.Someday,You will be there.Someday,You will love me.Someday,You will se..
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She is blinded by theLust in her eyes.He stops himselfBefore she dies.When in publicThey put on a disguise.Make-up covers the marks,The people hide th..
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I'm sorryfor being here.I'm sorryfor coming near.I'm sorryI can't do anything right.I'm sorryI didn't mean to fight.I'm sorrythe chores aren't done.I'..
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I sit at homeWith nothing to do.So I decide to readA story or two.The stories I readAre very naughty.Reading these storiesI feel up my body.The sensat..
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