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As you read this, you may not understand it. But I really did cry when I wrote this.
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Seth’s beautiful eyes stare deeply into my soul, as my heart melt with the fact I cannot tell him the truth for he most likely doesn’t fee..
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I haven't titled my book yet until it's officially finished
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I cry,every time I see an animal,on the side of the road,dead.I cry,when I hear,the ones I love the most,have moved away.I cry,when my friends leave,a..
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They live in our soul,as theysubconsciously ruin,every bit of your soul.They eat you away,and hold you back from all,that is true.
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I'm sorry,for the times we've lost,cause I wouldn't tell the truth.I'm sorry,for the things I did,that reflected all on you.I'm sorry,for not being th..
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A boy of stone,who has been forgotten,as one.Eyes of guilt,that no one else,could see.A face of sadness,that ones heart would see,and then cry.
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As I walk,for hours at a time,the forest ends where I see light.There's a hole,it goes lower,and lower to the ground.Should I turn around,or follow it..
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Schools out,everyone screams and shouts,as I sit here and cry,why do i have to move,the world revolved to quick,now I'm feeling very sick,I wish i cou..
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I can't speak out,my heart is anguished with pain,I need a a shoulder,a shoulder to cry on,I hate not having anyone who understands,so I hide my feeli..
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